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raspberryturk) wrote2008-11-18 06:45 pm
raspberryturk) wrote2008-11-18 06:45 pm
33 Apocalypse, Tuesday Early Evening
The sun was just starting to sink through the sky, lengthening the shadows across the ground.
Through those shadows, other shadows emerged, hauling the remnants of their unsuspecting prey toward its final resting place.
Smoochy was dead.
And now he was going home.
[Intended for interaction with one, and then reactions from the residents of this particular shiny address afterward, which has been modded with permission by a certain Chem teacher!]
Through those shadows, other shadows emerged, hauling the remnants of their unsuspecting prey toward its final resting place.
Smoochy was dead.
And now he was going home.
[Intended for interaction with one, and then reactions from the residents of this particular shiny address afterward, which has been modded with permission by a certain Chem teacher!]
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"I'll teach Friday with Smooch's head on my desk, see who looks at him funny."
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