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WritingWithLove Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 9:57 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 10:08 am
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Fenrir Shade Vice Captain
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WritingWithLove Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 10:22 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 10:28 am
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WritingWithLove Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 10:32 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 10:50 am
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Fenrir Shade Vice Captain
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WritingWithLove Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 10:57 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 11:12 am
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Fenrir Shade Vice Captain
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WritingWithLove Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 11:17 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 11:19 am
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Fenrir Shade Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 11:43 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 11:56 am
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WritingWithLove Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 12:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 12:54 pm
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((I hate it when people do that in real life, you're just hanging out with a friend that happens to be female, someone walks up and says that, and you're like, "Really? We're just friends, but thanks for ruining the next ten minutes you jerk-off!" I hate it when people do that. But on here, it's cool. Cause it's not me that this is happening to.))
Fenrir was frozen. He didn't want to say yes, because they hadn't gone out. But he didn't want to say no, because that would put tension on the subject and maybe even ruin all possible future outcomes. He was torn. He just stood there like an idiot, trying to think of something. He then nonchalantly walks over to Martini and sits next to him, whispering, "I don't know, maybe! I like her, yeah, but I don't know if she likes me. ((Oblivious for the win!)) I mean, I want to ask her out, but we just met. Plus, why would she be interested in me of all people? I'm a mass murderer for crying out loud! But I dont know..."
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Fenrir Shade Vice Captain
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WritingWithLove Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 1:09 pm
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Briar was stalking the aisles of books, trying to read each one. "War and... Peace..." she muttered with a bit of struggle. She was never the best reader, but at her school no one really cared; as long as you knew your A-B-Cs and 1-2-3s in the correct order, you were good. With each passing title, she was reminded more and more of her father. He was the only reason she knew how to read. He read fairy tales to her every night, like 'Cinderella' and 'Rapunzel.' He loved those kinds of stories, and she was named after the main character of his favorite one. As if on cue, she came across a large, green book. She pulled it out and cracked it open, and lo and behold, it was full of stories like Peter Pan and Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. "Thanks Pops," she whispered as if he was standing next to her, "You know just how to make my day." It occurred to her that maybe Fenrir would be interested in reading some of these with her, so she made her way back to where he was. She stopped short as she heard him say, "Plus, why would she be interested in me of all people? I'm a mass murderer for crying out loud! But I dont know..." What was he talking about? She hid behind a shelf to eavesdrop a bit more.
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