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'Tis e'en so.
EDIT: And so is the password.
I: See them! Perturbed, minute human resources initially meet werewolf (minus the plosive).
S: Near-murderer of chosen one shaken in tin.
T: Barmpot reverses, but in the midst, listen, and behold him!
AIWENDIL: Eat, lament, mingle – he’s eccentric and single!
R: Fillies’ meeting is disturbed by this chap.
INCANUS: Pen fluid all over me and my mates, you hear? Does he care?
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Last edited by Pervinca Took; 05-07-2018 at 07:36 AM.
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