

The Paquet StoryThe young, dark-haired man sat on the bench. The sun was in the sky for once, a nice change of pace from the usual Chicagoan spring weather. He loved this bench, as he loved very few things—it represented his escape from the rat race, from the daily grind that comes only from selling insurance. The leaves almost seemed to sparkle like emeralds on days like these, and even the children playing tag at the nearby playground, screaming and crying, didn’t bother him as much as usual. Not that he had anything against kids, of course—more that he wouldn’t ever know what to do with one if presented the oppoThe Paquet Story
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~ ~ Araantonak ~ ~
I'm kinda lazy but I updated my page
ttyl!!
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"I got a curse for you. It's called tomorrow morning your ass is out" - Shake
Spreading the community love.
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#Whores:
<newklear> I love how this room is 83% homosexual connotation, 8% conspiracy, 5% BEWBS, and 4% actual talking.
just dropping by to say hi and whats up
take care
kaia
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Eternal life is a prison for the walking Dead.
stock: ~kaios-stock
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Melancholy is my inspiration,
And Arrogance is my friend
With both of them to start with,
My passion will cease to end. - Psycho-Stress
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The Hollowone
It´s a shame that stupidity isn´t painful...
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