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Je déposai mon sac à dos, m'écroulai sur le lit à ressorts et laissai mon esprit vagabonder... il était plus de six heures de l'après-midi mais je n'avais pas vu passer le temps et n'avais toujours pas résolu mon problème.
{Golden Typewriter Award Entry Submission Copy} Darkness and Starlight 27 - I'll Wait For You
Two vagabonds of spatial rifts torn through their own minds in a restless dreaming town. his mind began to sleep. within he began to dream, his turmoil of hesitation and unspoken decisions further embroiled within his heart as they began to take shape.
Can a Band-Aid Fix A Reactor Leak?
#3 of little brother to a lion a sci-fi story of james, a young vagabond who thought it would be easy money to work his way across the galaxy on an old freighter.
And Not A Drop To Drink
#5 of little brother to a lion a sci-fi story of james, a young vagabond who thought it would be easy money to work his way across the galaxy on an old freighter.
Candela - Chapter 1 - The NeedleWort Dealer
He had every intention of throwing the vagabond back in the street... but he stopped. his body, two hundred and seventy pounds of muscles turned to stone. the seal looked up with dead eyes at the guard. amber grinned wildly.
Collar 16 -- The End of Summer
No one went hungry on this day's watch, and a few of the vagabonds shared talents in lieu of money, as small groups huddled around guitarist folk-singers and storytellers, as well as an older cougar who had seen better days but who could still teach yowens
Hist Dreams
#3 of touch of shadow argonians and friends; the life of a vagabond in the land of the nords... i sit in the warm water amidst the snowy plains, and rest awhile, and dream the dream of the hist.
Fate of the Duel - Chapter 4 - Reunion
An old vagabond informed us that there was a pack which was kind, that would help us. but vadim refused to be seen in in a position of weakness." "alina, for fenrir's sake we've been over this!
A Thousand Touches of Pleasure and Pain
Now the little village had become a temporary respite for criminals, exiles and vagabonds. mist clung to empty streets and vacant homes strangled by overgrowth.
Quetza's Quest: Chapters 10-12 and Epilogue
I found you near where those two female vagabonds had taken to squatting upon!" quetza snapped out of his coma and scratched the back of his head, his scales a bright red. "oh, well, uh... thanks..." sheila smiled, which sent gooses up quetza's spine.
Baklava (A1, B2, C14)
No one dared to smoke them, not even vagabonds. i saw a package half-opened, likely by someone looking for supplies. i saw a cigar sitting left on an adjacent dusty shelf. the cigar had small holes - snacked on by tiny beetles."
Gened -- Chapter 0
"good, now come in and eat, you vagabonds. tell me all about your days."