Square Costumes

The eight inside groan. that's when ren takes charge. "look! we're not gonna get anywhere by whining about it. don't you see we have an advantage over the other teams?

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Power of Hate 2: The Pain of Truth

The new one was eight-years-old and was turned to january. the picture displayed had been glued to the surface and extensively photo-shopped. it was black and white of a young tiger lying face down in the snow.

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Lonely Oak Chapter 85

"one-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight--two-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight--three-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight--four-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight--five-two-three-four--" and very quickly she put her flute in her mouth and played a note

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We won!? We won?! (PMD:WNA 5)

eight silhouettes. eight paladins of protection sat transfixed. "olivia, orlov. protect the citizens. lux, ada, support and debuff. axe, pat, ditz, we're offense. now bear your manly souls!" boss called out. 'what?'

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Chapter 2 - Shattered Ice

It was almost eight, and he'd finally gotten the outfit just right.

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Vengeance of Sweet Blood- The Scheme

Her eight appendages click along the stone flooring. a silvery spider web design sparkles from her black body as she enters her dimly lit chamber. her delicate spider-like frame lowers gently into the web spun nest.

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Run!

I ran as fast i could into the thick darkness of the forest; as fast as my eight legs would allow me to.

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Dro'amoreth the Wise

At the age of sixty-eight, dro'amoreth became the harbinger of the companions, being granted the legacy by the noble nord warrior, kodlak whitemane.

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TS: Chaper 1

. \*\*\*\*\* two-and-a-half hours into the eight-hour long flight to xexul, grandma began to talk to me. "you'll like it in xexul," she said. "you have no way of knowing that," i replied.

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Vegetables Are Dangerous People

Think of them as having eight big gulps from the corner store filled with straight black coffee. their hands were trembling and the weapons carried hare triggers. there was no time for games.

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Last Man Standing: Darius Koopa vs Crash McCloud

The ref is already at a six count as darius reenters the ring "seven.....eight......nine" darius stops the count picking crash back up to his feet. the fans enjoy it with the dmk chants filling up the arena. darius takes crash up by the throat.

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Pop Goes the Weasel

Gosh, must have been the year two thousand and eight, when we were in a little run-down part of indianapolis. there was this(delicious) little girl, she couldn't have been more than seven or eight, who ambled out of a large white house.

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