Iris must be having an interesting day.

Behind me was draco in his light armoured vehicle, simba and ryan in their tank forms could go faster than the runners, and it was a scrum as everyone ran to see the spectacle.

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Broken Chains

I don't wanna be scrappin' for pond scrum forever." "we won't. now let me go." a tail curled, rough hide rubbing his ankle. "hm. what if i wanna keep ya? drag ya into my room and see how red i can make ya skin?"

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Flying Free

Outside, he crunched along on the light scrum of snow the storm had left two days ago. he felt much better, away from the stuffy heat of the house, and looked forward to a long walk.

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A Steamy Hike - Part 1 (Collab With Dog455)

His teammate was one of the best scrum-halfs for the wildcats, and it showed. his body was built to dish out a hit as well as take them, with unrefined muscle that was bulky but practical, and that had its own attraction.

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Release Me

They fall into a scrum over it, cussing and laughing. “well lookit you," his pa says, handing him a cold beer from the styrofoam cooler on the porch. “regular quarterback at the college these days, eh?"

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Internshipping

Marketing, finance, 'end-goal' scrum achievement seminars!' all the senior level technical people are outsourced to our satellite in boston, so you'll be all alone in a sea of _business people._" cloe suddenly perked up. "and me!"

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Big Easy Breakup

I don't fight much, but i did my time playing football a few years back in high school and remembered most of how to protect myself in a scrum. my right hook caught the little calico flush on the jaw.

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Good Boy

No scrums, stand-ups or meetings. just him and randy. while he was drinking, tori didn’t notice randy grab his collar from the coat rack near the door. he did notice randy kneeling next to him.

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Torpedo Run Chapter 6

Clicks was covering herself, and the drones leapt atop her like a rugby scrum gone wrong. kerr threw himself flat, years of experience telling him not to question the dreaded i-word.

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To Claim A Boy 4 by Rekhit & Griz Sylverwing

Torrin felt none of the blows; the pain was abstract as he fought his way out of the scrum.

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Needs

When the bride threw the bouquet, my date was not in the scrum but standing regretfully to one side. she was crying i saw, tears dripping down a cheek. i walked past with a handful of empty glasses, and casually dropped a handkerchief in her hand.

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