by blackoutTaxonomist » Tue Apr 05, 2011 8:33 am
Davonte shoved Tarquin back and went inside. He held the door open for everyone else, chuckling a little about Jonah's personality. He seemed like an endearing pet to have, that one did. "You'll be sleeping on the floor, Tarquin, don't even pretend like I'm going to share with you." Actually, Davonte had every intention of grabbing a beer or two before going to sleep, so it would be likely that he would be sleeping on the floor instead of Tarquin. "Sleep well, ladies."
"The stilly murmur of the distant Sea
Tells us of silence."
from The Eolian Harp by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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married to CS
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i had the
cogwheel of
my grass
TRADING PETS FROM MY "TRADES" GROUP FOR THIS HORSE
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