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[antihero_prime]

The room was silent around him as he sat in what he'd started to jokingly call the "Hall of Heroes". The beers sat in the cooler, waiting for Cloud to wander in as his eyes fell on the brass plate that bore the writing "Bob Keel - The Nightstick". Solomon leaned back in the chair, spinning Lucky Number Seven across his knuckles as he did so. The

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[faterose]

awwww. That has got to be the cutest ending to a 'no shit, there I was' story ever.

::poke:: you need to write more, for all your characters, it's always great.

[antihero_prime]

Sadly, most of my time and energy gets sapped by school. ;)

[faterose]

school saps all of mine too, but I still manage to post fic anyway=)

wait... that's because i'm a dirty procrastinator...

oh well =)

[antihero_prime]

Heh. That's what got me booted out of my degree program once. Can't afford to do it twice. ;)

[llwydrew]

Just like old times.

Nice to be remembered.

-Tug

[antihero_prime]

::grin:: Exactly. Solomon just doesn't have anyone who can possibly replace NS in that war-buddy way.

[llwydrew]

True.

We make an awesome team.

So, about Lost... *snicker*

-Tug