by Phantasmagoria » Sat Nov 29, 2008 1:18 pm
"It's ok, I get over some days, while others my hand has fingernail marks on it." Ziala said, sighing, remembering the days before Midnight had lost faith in her. "She and I were the best barrel racing team in town, she and I could clear those barrels like nobody's business..."
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