| littl3chocobo   isn't that funny     |   |  | #499 |  | 
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      when the brat did not move he sat up straight and the boy's eyes widened. calmly he picked up a fork and flipping it deftly in his hands stabbed the table with the prongs, the child ran. "i was but not like that, i was good and clean and did not stick fingers up my nose"
     
      
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|   | Posted 04-15-2012, 10:54 PM |   |  |