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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 10:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 5:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 6:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 7:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 8:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 9:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 5:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 6:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 8:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 11:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 8:56 pm
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The obtuse angle, Mr. Obtuse, walked into the rusty, century old building. Marveled by the plaster walls decorated with famous paintings such as "The Mona Angle", "The Last Demon", and the picture of "Virgin Acute", he then proceeded to greet Mrs. Acute Angle. "Why hello there, Mrs. Acute. I've been looking for you." He paused, his eyes setting a glaring tone at the frail yet beautiful Mrs. acute, and he spoke in a monotone voice. "You have five hours to put on ten degrees or I'm sending you to the hospital. Don't worry, I've already planned your death. You're too thin and pale to fight the demons. So work hard to gain those degrees....or you're FINISHED!" Tears slid down his eyes as he rushed out of the building. He didn't want to do this, but he knew that Mrs. Acute Angle could never be in the army if she maintained her current degrees. And if she wasn't in the army, she would die from the bloody demons powers. At least doctors could induce her into a peaceful and eternal sleep in the hospital. "Now where is my protractor?" He mumbled.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 5:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 4:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 4:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 9:48 pm
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