The Game Chapter 4

"if i would've known you'd still be hungry, we could've stopped to eat. this place is so expensive." he waited for sam and bobby to take their seats. sam took a seat beside him.

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Eat and Grow

You'd let it eat, grow and survive. you wouldn't be alone for long.

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dragon wagon

(wolves eat here)" "wolves eat here? i don't know if i should go in..i i mean..look im a dragon and fat!" "the wolf grinned. u think we r going to eat you? sexy.

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Sal's Meals: A Dog Eat Dog

I appreciate you taking such good care of it all this time, getting it ripe and ready for me to eat with my dick."

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Eat-In at Frankie's

Steven Baggs roared down the country road in his black SUV. The weasel was talking loudly at his Bluetooth headset as his high beams illuminated the trees for at least a mile ahead of him. "Look, it's an in and out...

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To Eat A Mocking Bird

A pleasant, upbeat jingle filled the sterile air of the Café Plaisir's medical clinic, sparsely punctuated by the gentle clinking of glassware. The ceiling fan spun lazily overhead; the rotating shadows on the ground would serve to make anyone dizzy....

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Stay Puffed

The canine wanted to eat while he drank too; he usually wound up being the sober one anyways, so why not enjoy that while he could?

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No Cleaning Deposit

Belch when you want, fart when you want, eat without a care to your cleanliness... wolves don't bathe in the wild; sweat is just a mark of your manhood. how else will you get etern's respect?

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Don't Go Eating Random Berries

Every branch that fell might as well have been a monster that was on its way to eat him. "come on kit! get back here..." his voice started strong but faded into a scared whimper.

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country pie contest

She eats until there's nothing left! and i mean nothing left!"

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Ben's Camping Trip

"that's it my pet," the lion said with a sigh, "eat my hole!" the fox kept wiggling his slippery muscle deeper, probing it as far in as it could go.

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Competitive Spirit

Now, can we eat some pizza?" anna was steaming mad at her loss, and her competitive nature yearned for a way to rectify it. then, another idea popped into her head. "sure.

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