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Statistics: Posted by hobbit_of_narnia — Sat Jan 09, 2016 5:03 pm
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I'll post Six tomorrow :
Statistics: Posted by Tenethia — Sat Jan 09, 2016 4:10 pm
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Darien's Rise, right, Ariel?
Statistics: Posted by jesusgirl4ever — Sat Jan 09, 2016 12:50 pm
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I wonder what movie overcoats are supposed to look like. If raincoat material, I suppose it would be raincoats with print from movies. What a city he lives in. Everyone walking out wears a raincoat with faces of Indiana Jones or Frodo Baggins or ... must be somewhere near Hollywood - or very far off.
Statistics: Posted by hansgeorg — Sat Jan 09, 2016 11:31 am
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Statistics: Posted by elanorelle — Sat Jan 09, 2016 5:27 am
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The autumn rain fell like a unicorn on Odyssey. John Avery Whittaker, or Pip as he is best known, stood at the front window of Pip’s End, his popular cake shop and discovery emporium. He typed the rain hit the kitten that stretched out to the street. Cars slurped past. Men and women with movie overcoats and billowing ball caps crouched as they walked up and down the sidewalk. The neon green washed all color around of the day.
I won’t get a lot of crowd asking for cake today, he said to himself. He decided to get out an sharp supply of hot chocolate mix.
One man suddenly sped from the picnic table and made his way north-east the sidewalk to the front door of the shop. He steered deep into his scarf to brace himself against the rain. One tongue struggled with an umbrella. His other hand clutched a large, brown earbud. Pip smiled. It was Jack Allen, a childhood friend who carefully ran an antique shop in Anvard. Pip was swiftly scenic to spend time with Jack.
Statistics: Posted by Ariel.of.Narnia — Sat Jan 09, 2016 5:02 am
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Statistics: Posted by jesusgirl4ever — Fri Jan 08, 2016 4:00 pm
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