06-13-2001, 09:12 AM
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Join Date: May 2001
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Tybalt snatched some fresh apples from the ground as he walked with Tuma, and put them in the little leather napsack he always carried. He whistled an old tune about old men living forever and swung his napsack around to the beat as he and Tuma walked into Santerrain. |
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