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Fluttering Enchantment
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Vote count, which I made all on my own cause I didn't think to check if any one else had done it for me (thanks Lottie).
Morsul -> Sally Nerwen -> Sally (2) Lommy -> Glirdan Greenie -> Shasta Legate -> Sally (3) WW -> Sally (4) Shasta -> Morsul Mira -> WW Lottie -> Glirdan (2) Agan -> Inzil DL in 2 hours and 13 minutes. (since I extended it by an hour)
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Comme une étoile amarante Comme un papillon de nuit C'est la lumière qui m'attire La flamme qui m'éblouit Fenris Muffin
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The Sweetest Spoiler
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly
Posts: 5,789
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The weirdest thing is that Lottie's not even doing all this weird stuff because she's evil. She's being confusing and off-base and she's innocent. That's what really worries me.
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"My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm.
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The Werewolf's Companion
Join Date: Aug 2009
Location: The Moon
Posts: 3,021
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EDIT: xed since my last.
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I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. Double Fenris
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Okay. 3.40 and I'm off to sleep.
++ Sally I thought for a moment of joining Lottie's Glirdy-wagon just to make sure there is a real choice, but then I realised I'm not in that comfort-zone where I could say that they are as suspicious and it's just the same which one we lynch. I do suspect Glirdy, but I do think we have better chances of getting a wolf with Sally. Especially looking at her latest posting... EDIT: X'd with Izzy
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