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*Enters with through the front door. Wearing his finest brown leather pants, billowy white shirt untucked, carrying a small satchel in one hand. A scowling monkey on his shoulder.*
*Monkey sees Charean, screams loudly, and bolts back out through the door.*
Evening all!
*Surveys the room to determine what level of beauty he's up against tonight.*
[This message has been edited by Zeeke75 (edited 03-31-2001).]
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