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Odd Duck A1, Monday night
Aug. 11th, 2008 09:10 pmRomeo was sprawled on his bed writing in his poetry journal, and wondering if bunnies could read.
Of course, the bunny his girlfriend had become had chomped through half a bag of pretzels, curled up in a little shoebox nest he had made for her and gone to sleep, so the point was moot. But it was still something to ponder.
[OOC: Open!]
Of course, the bunny his girlfriend had become had chomped through half a bag of pretzels, curled up in a little shoebox nest he had made for her and gone to sleep, so the point was moot. But it was still something to ponder.
[OOC: Open!]
