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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:21 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:45 pm
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ZombieApocalypseSurvivor After a moment of silence, Richie made up his mind and turned sharply off the road, going across the median and over a short field to the other road, stopping before he actually reached the road. He unlocked the doors, opened his door and tried to get out, minding his leg.
Maryse watched as Richie struggled out of the driver seat. "Hey," she said, and handed him the M4, "Use this as a crutch." She smiled slightly as he took it, then got out of the passenger seat. Her hand went to the Beretta at her side. She didn't draw it, but she held it firmly, ready to draw at a moment's notice.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:48 pm
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