Harmony's Warriors: Soar - Act I - 03 - I've Been a Fool and I've Been Blind

Their thoughts and emotions came at her like a wave, crashing and consuming her brain, and it was all she could do to must the focus to teleport herself out of their reach.

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Harmony's Warriors: Soar - Act II - 06 - A Grim Intimation of What is To Be

But until that day, be it tomorrow or a hundred years hence...her fate is in her own hooves and i can do nothing to help her." she shut her eyes, doing her best to regain her self-control.

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Haunted Suite P1x2: Downbeat

It is...rather intriguing, if i do say so myself." "alright, what did he know then? out with it." fenadu looked at ahkin with cold eyes, "you know how i do business. check first.

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Enemies By Day...

"come now daring do." he said, trying to hide his distress. "you may be an author, but that doesn't mean you've stopped treasure hunting." "true, but why do you keep doing it?" she asked.

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Just Do It

"i probably weighed almost twice what you do. given i'm taller and some of it was muscle, but i was not in the best of shape, for sure." he chuckled. "and i'm still not. just skinny and out of shape, now." "still..."

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What Do You Think You’re Doing?

What do you think you're doing? \* a small little teaser of a commission for [![avatar?user=153004&character=0&clevel=2](https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/avatar?

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What To Do

He didn't know what he wanted to do. he decided he'd figure out what to do with his life in the morning. \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* jack felt good. jack felt really good.

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I Do You, You Do Me

That did sound fun, the doberman thought...he didn't often get to do such a naughty thing, after all, but...the rest the fox said... "so why do you have to...you know..." "a guy can have fantasies," the fox smiled innocently. "but..."

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Do Not Open

**do not open** by winter martin was so tired he could barely walk when he finally took the last few steps up the stairs. yawning widely, he rummaged through his pockets until he found his key.

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