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Post by twitchie on Aug 1, 2012 11:01:28 GMT -4
A brightly spattered opal wher trotted beside His, occasionally nearly tripping or falling and tumbling head-or-heels. Vensk's Venton need friends. You not be sad hidey face forever. [/color]
The work-worn 15 turn man gave his wher a glance, as if to say 'seriously?' "I dun't need to git friends."
Denial is first stage of lonely. [/color]
"Vensk...."
The wher stopped and gave his rider a long hard stare. What a silly and stupid human he was! Why you always stubborn like herdbeast and stupid like wherry? Friend make you happy. Make friend?? [/color]
"Fine. But only 'cus ya 'orced me." Venton looked displeased, while the opal pranced and hopped around. Friends! You make lot of them! You like it. I know so.
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