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#272
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Mint
...seeking chocolate.
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Matt was pale, his features sunken and somewhat green. Next couldn't see his eyes behind his lenses, but could guess how exhausted they must've looked by now. He was slowly running his fingers through Near's hair- a mechanical, zombie motion that was more or less all he could do at this point.
This signature needs Domino.
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Posted 12-25-2010, 06:05 AM
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