*is muttering under her breath sitting in a tree*
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Thou clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou whoreson obscene greasy tallow-catch.
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Hmm.......
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Huh?
Lokie: -holds my hand-
Go away...-face palm- -
Hi and bye. I'm going back to bed
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FAT FOOTED FLAXWENCH!
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Hm? Oh hey ally. *glares at Lokie*
Bye star.
Yes Zilla? -
....You didn't call me short did you?
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Lokie: -grins at Anri-
-pushes him away- Stop that. -
away thou are poison to my brain!@Selena ( you understand Shakespearean?)
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Lokie,get a mustache.
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Ed oh dear no thy would never do that~
f--- off lokie. -
You've done it before.
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She may not be calling you short but I am. *ducks out of thread*
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Lokie: -rolls eyes and walks off-
Thank lord...
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