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Posted: Oct 27 2005, 11:28 PM
THE ASSHAT QUEEN!
Group: Guide Moderator
Member No.: 66
Joined: 5-October 05
Andrew tossed and turned on the wooden planks that made up the floor of the small house, slowly regaining conciousnes the fact that it was not the right time to be a slow riser was oblivious to him. When his eyes finally opened the most productive thing he could do was stare at the ceiling for a few minutes.
When he got up and examined his kit he saw that all he had was a pot lid “Well this should be useful…” he groaned.
He wasn't even thinking about the possibility of him dying at any given moment.
((Continued in: The Morning After the Night Before))