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#142
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Quiet Man Cometh
We're all mad here.
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"Oh, at the farm you mean. I thought you meant..." he points behind him to the scorched areas around where the flame turret had been. "Thank you for that, by the way, though I suppose I should get you a drink at least for your trouble so far. Not going to bruise too badly, I hope?"
Last edited by Quiet Man Cometh; 10-07-2015 at 10:28 PM.
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Posted 10-07-2015, 10:25 PM
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