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I assign mild autumn days, the scent of leaves piled in profusion, and cool autumn nights by a fire. Unfortunately, it's mid-November in Michigan, and alas! those days are all but gone for this year. It already snowed on Monday.
Oh, how appropriate -- post number 666!
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And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
Last edited by Morthoron; 11-12-2008 at 02:41 PM.
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