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New RN's. How bout it? |
I desire to serve the Mistress and her ladies unconditionally |
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I just want a drink |
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:40 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:54 pm
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-while waiting for Amy, the fox creature slides the bottle to him with an attitude. Chuckling darkly, he grabs the bottle up, heading back to where he was sitting- Thanks, Amy.-taking his seat, he opens the bottle and takes a long swig from it, pulling out his phone. He sends Icy a text telling her to get her a** upstairs before he blew the place and everybody in it up. Slamming his phone closed, he tosses it on the table, watching it slide across and almost falling off, teetering on the edge, then settling there. Closing his eyes, he pinches the bridge of his nose and wonders when this damned thing would be over-
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:55 pm
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