Mint
...seeking chocolate.
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#777
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Domino was lying not far, his arm draped over a mound of freshly moved dirt and his sleeves stained with soil. He hadn't moved since he'd finished burying his twin brother by hand and hadn't said anything from when they departed from the city.
This signature needs Domino.
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Posted 03-30-2011, 06:36 PM
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