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Let's ride time, BYUUUUN!
#103. WE CAN DANCE, WE CAN DANCE, EVERYBODY'S TAKING A CHANCE
Monday, September 6, 2010

Richard's brilliant (UNREQUESTED FOR BTW) fanfiction:

☆KreeAter is Richard☆ blame it on - says:
Rei-En gazed dreamily into the korean boy's eyes and imagined a future with him, beautiful children who were both skilled at taekwondo and excelled at their studies.

(Rei-En) GRAVITY IS PLEASED BY YOUR HUMAN SACRIFICE says:
Yeah, I'M SURE YOU'RE SO INNOCENT.
HOLY SHIT, WHAT.

☆KreeAter is Richard☆ blame it on - says:
The 'ka-sha!' of the camera woke her from her reverie, and she bid him goodbye, returning to her audience interaction. For the rest of her stint at the YOG, she could never forget him.
EVER.
The End.
i think im cruel

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