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Feb 11, 2009 13:00

“Do you fancy me? Mister Jenkins?”

Zakariah sighed and snatched his glasses off the tip of his nose and placed them irritably on the table. He turned, and said, incredibly annoyed, “No, Mister Hargreaves, I am sorry to tell you-as I have told you countless times before--I. Do. Not. Fancy. You ( Read more... )

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dragon_gypsy February 11 2009, 07:27:46 UTC
:'D This was in the document you had sent me, but after my computer crashed I don't have it any more so yay *A*

and we should move all our stuff over :O just to have it condensed?

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ze_coconut_tree February 11 2009, 08:07:19 UTC
YEAH! Let's do that. Gonna dig through entries now o_o

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dragon_gypsy February 11 2009, 08:08:34 UTC
OKAY! I'll start moving stuff over tomorrow :'D

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