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Willow, I'm imagining the old hitchhiking ploy, where the attractive young lady flags down a car and when it stops, all the guys jump out of the bushes to get on board. That poor horse... a ratling, a halfling, and four boogres... [img]smile.gif[/img]
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Give 'em a hug one more time. It might be the last.
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