05-19-2018, 01:06 PM
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The large polar bear padded toward Roy and Bastillepaw now, noting the bucket of soap that separated the pair. From what she'd heard and was currently viewing, Roy was cleaning up Maes's mistake. That was very odd to the Cosmic General, for should it not be the other way around? Hm, well, that was the question, wasn't it?
"You want some help, Roy?" she asked, eyes painting the chalk cirlce on the ground. The pattern was so unlike anything she'd ever seen.
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE