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ruby looks curiously at brendon. "do you think, would the meat be ok for wyrd? he hates the leftovers i only have to give him, but i'm not about to let him go at the meat unless it's safe."
scratching wyrd quietly she her anger bristles at the conceit of the sword. how any good, law abiding citizen could truly think well of a prideful arrogant weapon was beyond her. but alas, if she had thought to use it her fight may have been shorter.
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*peek-a-boo*
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