30. Picture It

Sticking his fork in he could see a goopy strawberry filling dribble out onto his plate and he took a bite, inhaling deeply as the sweet taste filled his mouth and made him forget about the farce of an interrogation he had just gone through.

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Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 15

Ander tried to swivel his ears a bit, but doing so awoke a hot, burning line of pain inside the left one, and made a warm stickiness dribble down onto his neck. without too much surprise, ander realized he must be bleeding rather badly.

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Passing Drills

"i can still dribble circles around you. have fun walking home, ass." the window rolled up, and the car rolled away, leaving me standing on the sidewalk with one or two onlookers staring at me in surprise.

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Pick-Up Game

One second she was there, dribbling towards me, and the next i was stumbling through empty space. i manage to catch my balance, and spun around, thinking to catch her. she was already two steps into a layup.

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Fiona and Loupy's Day of Sissy Fun

He smiled, dribbling some down his chin and onto his bib. "such a messy eater." said snow, scooping up the pancake and feeding it back to him. loupy just smiled and ate happily.

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Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 13

Blood dribbled across his face and caught the errant flakes of snow blowing through the air. he smiled that awfully out of place halfgrin and said: "i'll have you know... nilia smells like... pine needles... in the rain... you... buffoon..."

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Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 86

Blood flowed along the metal and dribbled onto ander's body as he stared, utterly confounded by what was happening. banno reached out with trembling fingers and touched the metal sprouting from his body, as if to ascertain whether it was real or not.

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Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 66

Blood dribbled from banno's empty eye socket, perhaps the only tears he was capable of shedding.

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Beauty

Charlotte took another bite of the tomato, some of the juice dribbling down her maw. wiping the drip with the napkin, she set the tomato down and slid her hand to the other end of the counter.

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Rhubarb

Hunter could feel himself dribbling in it even then, as if he had never been potty trained. "what did you do, koda?" "what did you do?" koda replied. "or, what's that smell?"

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