i sold your rope for a bucket of lemon peel, now suck it
<span style="text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-color:#e2e1dc; text-shadow: 1px #000; letter-spacing:.7px; line-spacing:-1px; font-family: "Bentham";">love can't bite you if you keep it on a leash
<br>fate can't catch you if you take away it's feet
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to say others like him storming his personal space was his bugaboo would be a harrowing understatement – there was scarcely a thing he disliked more. rhythm seemed keen on honoring her consideration for his comfort and kept an agreeable line of demarcation between them.

he flexed his ears outwardly as the yogini rose to her feet and arched her back, stretched herself – with him spying uncertainly from the corner of his eyes. she seemed relaxed, which put him at ease somewhat, but he was still loath to vacate his shadowlot. "why do you rise this early," he ventured after a beat, awkward and hesitant in the manner which he spoke.
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RE: i sold your rope for a bucket of lemon peel, now suck it - by Oddleif - March 03, 2015, 02:38 PM