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#570
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Honey
Honeydew
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He glanced up a he heard the sound of the voice as it quietly echoed through the room, and as his eyes left the work he poked himself with the tip of the needle. Frowning he left the needle back in the tapestry as he gently sucked on the pinprick of his finger. "It is true. This room is well over the price of my home by the price of the monk's work."
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 09-10-2012, 10:42 PM
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