A Day at the Studio | Chapter Two -- Belonging

"sure thing," the feline replied, pocketing his new i.d. card with the colt card in his robe pocket. "aww..." demetri pouted like a child, puckering his lips. "see ya!" giovanni turned to leave with alfonze.

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Dwindling Talent

Without another word, rufus picked them up and simply deposited the man into the front pocket of his suit with no more ceremony than you might slip your phone into your pocket before leaving for work.

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Secret Agent Bolt.

The pocket pistol was in a custom holster, and beside it was his trusty pocket knife, a gift from penny. "bolt, sir." he said to the butler holding the list of names. the mole scanned the list before nodding. "have a good evening sir."

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Tales of Torrnal: Chapter 1

There i slowly waded across and left just the rotting meat in the pocket of pelt, then, drifting down stream to the northern edge i crept out.

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Epilogue : To Remember Him

He jumped slightly when he heard the familiar beeping sound emanating from his pocket. and he pulled his digivice from his pocket. the same bloody message was on it.

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Memento Mori -- Chapter 12

Donovan stepped back from the conversation and reached inside his back pocket, pulling a mobile phone out and answering the call. "i'll stay back here.

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Trials: Chapter I

I thought as i pulled my phone from my pocket. i typed his number into a new message and then sent him a text, which read: "this is lewis, alex's phone, yeah?"

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The Violet Guardian

He removed his hands from his pockets and crossed them on his chest. 'you know that i hate it when people keep me waiting. we agreed to meet at three.' 'i never agreed to that,' robin said weakly. it was his small rebellion.

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TRTTD - Chapter 1: The Monsters inside us

As he noticed the little lynx slowly walking on the sidewalk, head hanging down, paws in his pockets, his anger and frustration simply burst out of him - he started to run after the cub, chasing him down the street. "you fucking brat!

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Chapter Two - Commute

I retrieve the slim device from my pocket, unlocking it with a swift press of a button. "another message from master nightfang...?"

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ShrinkMan

The dragon's free arm went into his pocket. he fumbled around, pulling something out. the tiger's squirming started anew.

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Outfoxed

Stuffing the big fang back in his pocket, he turned to watch his visitors.

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