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#66
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littl3chocobo
isn't that funny
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the prince was distraught, twice now he had wooed his beauty and twice at the stroke of midnight she had run from him as if chased by the fiery hounds of hell. desperately he desired to have her stay as desperately as she seemed to wish to leave but he could not help but be comforted by the thought that though twice she had left twice also had she come. he was dressed and groomed in his very finest and waiting as the third night's moon rose to greet the revelers "tonight" he said "you will be mine"
Last edited by littl3chocobo; 10-01-2011 at 03:23 PM.
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Posted 10-01-2011, 12:45 PM
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