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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 12:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 1:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 1:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 1:31 pm
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 1:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 1:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 1:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 1:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 1:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 2:00 pm
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Charlotte gave a curious look to the young man. "What's not right?" she asked him, her eyes following him up the trees. She fluttered her wings and jumped. It was the best way to start flying if she wanted to get high off the ground, but enough to see what was going on. Charlotte was flying only about a head higher than the man in the tree. She searched the ground, occasionally slipping down to the ground every so often, but pushed herself back up. Finally, she saw a man, that didn't look too nice, or did he look like a slave. Not nice and not a slave, that was usually bad news. "Erm...I vote we get out of the sky, before he sees us," she said, just as her wings gave up on her from straining too hard. She landed on the ground with an oomph.
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 2:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 2:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 2:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 2:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 2:17 pm
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