Rexville 34: Recovery

hunter just simply made the plain ketchup, mustard, and tiny fries, but still good. "so, hunter, where were you when it happened?" kendall asked. "huh, i didn't think about that," hunter said. "i was a senior in high school.

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Project X | Chapter XI: Illusive

Great, hunter's grandparents were home and it was a little past midnight.

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Iridescent - Chapter 1 - The Catalyst (2)

Aaron is hunter's very first friend when he just started his job at the current company. we used to meet whenever hunter invites me to a bar. which is... pretty uncommon now that i think about it.

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Rexville 22: Halloween Night Part 3

"hmm, good point," said hunter. "but i don't think they were screwing around in the bushes." "what do you mean, hunter?" broderick was puzzled. hunter gestured to his friends to follow him. "come on, let's go to his dorm."

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A Good Neighbor

She was quite an attractive vixen, which hunter had never failed to notice. "hello, hunter."

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Saber1

Every hunter knows this!" the elf stood, and dodged the twitchy hunter's shot. his eys blazed with hatred and rage, his calm face the only thing conceiling his murderous aura. "you do not deserve the right to call yourself a hunter."

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Missing In Action - Chapter 1 : Shooting Hoops

"haha, hey hunter, you've gotta try this!" yelled henry, offering the gunners seat to hunter, who more then willingly accepted it.

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The Lesser Known One

As the black speckled fur rocked on the stool, he looked to the nearest person to talk with, hunter. "hey bud, how's it going?" he asked landing a grimy paw on the hunter's shoulder pad. hunter shrugged off the dirty appendage and growled.

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8th Crescent Past Memories

hunter nodded. **"piggyback."** he repeated as he turned around and knelt down. i giggled and stood up, jumping on hunter's back and putting my arms around his neck.

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Burdens - Chapter 120: Visitor

He knew where hunter's loyalties were. "i'm hunter," the wolf told him. "m-mike. nice to meet you," the weasel stammered. even roger could tell how hard he had been blushing. he knew how that felt.

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Russian It? Chapter 8

I left as well and went to hunter's room. i peered inside. hunter sat at the foot of his bed. he was looking at a picture. i presumed that it was a picture of bill clinton. "hunter? are you okay, buddy?" i asked, concerned. "no, jay, i'm not.

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