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#186
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Espy
Wanderer
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Dante grunted in annoyance. How much help did he have to get....?! He was used to healing himself, even though the process was much slower and more painful than a theurge's.
"...Fine," he growled, pulling up the narrow pant leg, revealing a few long oozing gashes, then returned to being a curled mess. "If you want to get get any higher than that, I'd have to take my pants off," he added with a slight grin. Even exhaustion couldn't reach his jokes.
Step in front of a runaway train
____Just to feel alive again
â•â•â•â•â•â•â•? ?•â•â•â•â•â• â•â•â•â•â•â•â•? ?•â•â•â•â•â•
Pushing forward through the night_____
Aching chest and blurry sight
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Posted 06-28-2011, 08:21 PM
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