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Post by Jellybean on May 14, 2010 9:51:52 GMT -5
Jellybean walked into the clearing, his brown pelt blowing in the wind, he was on his own again. Most dogs didn't really talk to him , well they did just not in the way friends do. You know a hello here and there. Instead it's an dip head here and another one there. And that was it.
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Post by xEclipse on May 16, 2010 7:41:56 GMT -5
Déjà vu squeezed out of the rocky Soldiers den, and into the clearing. His long black fur glistened in the breeze. "Why, hello Jellybean." He greeted his leader. "How are you?"
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