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Post by Epidemic on Dec 4, 2008 20:53:20 GMT -5
 Appendages stretched out, then like pistols shooting, pumped back. It was like this for quite some time, his heavenly desert homelands resting so far from the forest in which he'd met quite a figurine; Paisley. Pump in, pump out. Pump in, pump out. . . Gallop, gallop, slow down! Pace yourself! Speed up, up, up! It was like this for a majority of the travel, until the honey furred steed came within five leagues of his home. Any equine's opticals could find the tops of plateaus and the tips of large trees already. epidemic would halt and look back, waiting for the palomino Haflinger.
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