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hahah, I worked on this for quite some time... now like 3 of my pens are dead D:

But thats okay because I love it.

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:iconsirzebra:
I love it too.

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:iconyaniguchi:
I want those shoes. :D

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I own Prince Caspian at the ~bishie-stalker-club! Aren't you jealous?
:icongreen-eclipse:
Cool. How long did it take you to finish?

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:iconimkikyo:
Hawt. You've gotten a lot better. :3

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Waheblahhableh! Waheblahhableh!! You always say that!! Misuta Barumu-- iye, Barumunku-san.

You... are an acrobat.
... and he told me a story I will never forget.
:iconredmetroid44444:
Yay, thanks :D

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:iconredmetroid44444:
Hours and hours. I started at midnight and fell asleep, so... I have no idea.

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The lights are dim. Strobe lights dance upon the ceiling, framing the twisting rabid sillhouettes of hypnotised ravers. The bass pulses through the bones, the blood, the brain; we move as one being and starkly individual at once, rising up, crashing down.
:iconredmetroid44444:
So. Do. I. I need kinky boots.

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The lights are dim. Strobe lights dance upon the ceiling, framing the twisting rabid sillhouettes of hypnotised ravers. The bass pulses through the bones, the blood, the brain; we move as one being and starkly individual at once, rising up, crashing down.
:iconredmetroid44444:
Thank you. A 50 year old man said she was sexy...

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The lights are dim. Strobe lights dance upon the ceiling, framing the twisting rabid sillhouettes of hypnotised ravers. The bass pulses through the bones, the blood, the brain; we move as one being and starkly individual at once, rising up, crashing down.
:iconsirzebra:
:ohnoes: Neah... Creepeh.

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