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NarutardDate: Fr, 21.June.13, 4:37 PM | Message # 651
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Reagan
"Okay, well, I am," I mumbled, laying on his chest.


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AnchorageDate: Fr, 21.June.13, 4:43 PM | Message # 652
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Marcus

I look down, "You're the host of it though."


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NarutardDate: Fr, 21.June.13, 4:45 PM | Message # 653
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Reagan
"I'll wake up in time. I always wake up in time," I mumbled.


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AnchorageDate: Fr, 21.June.13, 4:49 PM | Message # 654
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Marcus

"Alright. I'm not allowed to move am I?"


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ToxicDate: Fr, 21.June.13, 5:26 PM | Message # 655
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Drake

I walked out into the left field on the right side of the road that led to the gate of castle. "Follow me." I continued, turning and walking through the gate without question from the guards.


I am only one, but I am one.
 
NarutardDate: Fr, 21.June.13, 11:25 PM | Message # 656
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Reagan
"You can," I mumbled.


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AnchorageDate: Fr, 21.June.13, 11:51 PM | Message # 657
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Marcus

"You can sleep here if you want," I mumble. "But i'm gonna need to go do stuff to stay awake."


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NarutardDate: Fr, 21.June.13, 11:52 PM | Message # 658
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Reagan
I rolled over, off of hi. "Okay."


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AnchorageDate: Fr, 21.June.13, 11:56 PM | Message # 659
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Marcus

"Sorry." I say, sitting up.


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NarutardDate: Sa, 22.June.13, 0:06 AM | Message # 660
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Reagan
"It's fine."


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AnchorageDate: Sa, 22.June.13, 0:09 AM | Message # 661
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Marcus

I sigh, lying back down. "You seem mad."


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NarutardDate: Sa, 22.June.13, 0:10 AM | Message # 662
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Reagan
"I'm not mad love," I assured him.


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AnchorageDate: Sa, 22.June.13, 0:13 AM | Message # 663
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Marcus

"I don't wanna leave anyways."


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NarutardDate: Sa, 22.June.13, 0:20 AM | Message # 664
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Reagan
"Okay," I smiled.


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AnchorageDate: Sa, 22.June.13, 0:23 AM | Message # 665
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Marcus

I rest my arms behind my head.


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NarutardDate: Sa, 22.June.13, 0:36 AM | Message # 666
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Reagan
"Are you okay?"


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AnchorageDate: Sa, 22.June.13, 0:41 AM | Message # 667
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Marcus

"Just fine." I say, looking over.


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NarutardDate: Sa, 22.June.13, 0:49 AM | Message # 668
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Reagan
I looked at him and kissed his nose. "Good."


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AnchorageDate: Sa, 22.June.13, 0:53 AM | Message # 669
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Marcus

I smile, moving to face her.


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NarutardDate: Sa, 22.June.13, 0:54 AM | Message # 670
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Reagan
"are you upset I already told Flent?"


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AnchorageDate: Sa, 22.June.13, 0:55 AM | Message # 671
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"Kinda, depends if you did it on your own or.."


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NarutardDate: Sa, 22.June.13, 1:03 AM | Message # 672
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Reagan
I looked down. "He proposed to me...I had to tell him no."


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AnchorageDate: Sa, 22.June.13, 1:04 AM | Message # 673
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I blink, shocked. "Well, I.."


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NarutardDate: Sa, 22.June.13, 1:05 AM | Message # 674
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Reagan
"I'm sorry I told him without you."


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Ilovedogs2Date: Sa, 22.June.13, 1:06 AM | Message # 675
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Angelica

I leaned against the courtyard wall, staring at the staff.


It's time.
 
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