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[Quail]

1945
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will someone explain what happened? o.o

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1946.
Well, I had a very stressful day, therefore I am quite angry.

Sure. We can battle.
*pulls out gun*
*walks over to Jo*
*shoots*
There we go.
-__-

As you can tell, I'd rather not. Sorry, my fair lady.

[haitus]

1947
*blaster passes throug Shadow chest. XD* Tis alright m'dear. I understand.

[JaneQuotes]

1948

*makes own ice cream appear and throws at silver* NO ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(i had 2 try)

[haitus]

1949
*smirks* Still in shadow form Jedi. *makes another apear.* Hah. >.> Now leave me be.

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1950.
Thank you for understanding, love.

Please, NCIS. I beg you to quit it. Silver isn't feeling well, and neither am I.

[haitus]

1951
Yush, something's horribly wrong. I murdered a pillow, and started drawing. I'm still not happy. *sighs*
SO! How's the Bacon these days?

[JaneQuotes]

1952

alrite. i tired anyway. nite!!

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1953.
Goodnight! c:

I would kick a tire, but I'm afraid I might hurt myself more.
Nonetheless, the bacon is doing well. It speaks to me. It tells me secrets. Dark secrets.

[haitus]

1954
Good Evening. -.-

YUSH! BACON IS LOVELY. *sighs* Damn it I want bacon now. XD