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Subject: .:Save the Last Dance.:. and .:When They Say Wicked:. | |
Author: Dancer and Wicked |
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Date Posted: 22:23:32 02/09/04 Mon Dancer stood restlessly in the back of Juliette's trailer after the long trip. Throughout the ride her body had learned to adjust and take the shock of bumps and jolts, but after loosing her footing and falling against the wall, a wound in her shoulder began to blled again and she craned her neck around to lick at the precious liquid. Wicked stood proudly. His neck was arched and head was high. Despite the jerking he experianced during this trip, he felt amazingly calm and collected. When the trailer came to a halt he snorted and stomped his hoof with impatience. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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