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#310
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Honey
Honeydew
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He arrived at the Prince's chambers feeling sore. He'd rushed the gradualism of his practices and was left hurting for the rest of the evening before paining himself further in textile practice. Though wishing not to be required of his duty for the night he found himself outside the Prince's doors once again, and knocking against, waited for entry
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to... ...I can't change
Even if I try
Even if I wanted to
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Posted 06-09-2012, 05:08 PM
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