*sitting under a tree*
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Thread Topic: *sitting under a tree*
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He's alright. Why do you say that, Iaan?
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Oh lovely. xD))
Get wet. :3
*like a failure in life drops Taylor and falls on top of him* -
Taylor: That's kinda better.
Iann: The hole Angel-being-my-mom-s---.
Iann! Stop that please!
I'm nota stalka)) -
Angel is your mom?! *seems suprised*
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*licks Taylor*
Fufufu, do you want my wet shirt Tiger?
You should be.)) -
Iann: *mutters* I thought he would have told you.
Thanks Iann. Why don't you just e-mail it to the hole damn world!
Taylor: *laughs licking her back* Want my dry one, Cat-girly? -
I dunno.
*pulls off wet shirt and throws it into Taylor's face* -
*laughs* Well this is some news.
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Iann: Why does it matter to you?
Taylor: *takes off dry shirt, handing it to dark, and slipping on the wet one* Well you can have it.
Please don't tell anyone eles Alastair. I would get hell if some people found out. *hand tightens around knife handle, instinctively* -
You must like being wet. :P
*puts his shirt on* -
Taylor: You must like being dry.
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Echo: Still here.
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Iann: Sorry...I cant see you. And your somehow hard to sense.
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Well yeah it's cold.
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Taylor: Would this help maybe...*wraps arms around her* Although my shirt is wet so most likely not.
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