The Dawn of a New Age: Trials and Tribulations - Act2/Chapter7

Act 2: The Spreading Darkness Chapter 7: Seven Days and Nights of Suffering "That sounds really complicated!" I yell in aggravation as I open my eyes and break from my meditation... or what I was attempting to pass for meditation anyway. ...

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The Dawn of a New Age: Trials and Tribulations - Act2/Chapter6

Act 2: The Spreading Darkness Chapter 6: A Learning Experience Shapes take form as I open my eyes and let out a monstrous yawn, a sound I'm quite famous and revered for. I'd slept in the bus for a little over five hours and then at our makeshift...

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Love's Battlefield - Volume 15

Love's battlefield - volume fifteen: winning the war by joseph raszagal with an aggravated grunt, forrest growls, "so, remind me again, why are we here?" "because adam asked us to meet him here."

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Love's Battlefield - Volume 9

Love's battlefield: volume nine - the complexities of hate by joseph raszagal "after everything that we went through preparing ourselves for today, all of the psychological trauma that danni and i put ourselves through, he doesn't fucking show up."

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Love's Battlefield - Volume 6

Love's battlefield: volume six - guardian angels by joseph raszagal "hello, martha? this is joseph demeter from the office, could i speak to your husband?"

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Love's Battlefield - Volume 5

Love's battlefield: volume five - a shoulder to lean on, a muzzle to kiss by joseph raszagal after several seconds of standing silently in the crisp night air, the cerulean canine, uplifted and somewhat awed by dex's very forward generosity, eventually

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Love's Battlefield - Volume 11

Love's battlefield: volume eleven - students and teachers by joseph raszagal at some indistinguishable time in the afternoon, anywhere between 12:00 and 1:00 pm, both teenage furs sighed in unison and kicked off the thick blankets covering them.

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The Gift of Godhood

The gift of godhood as written by joseph raszagal "in all my years i've never seen such a lazy wallaby!" grumbles the professor from afar as he motions for his over-encumbered luggage toting assistant/slave, me, to come hither.

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