Live and let live: A novel: Ch.2

I wisely decide on blue jeans, a white t, matching - white belt, black, cowboy boots, my trade-mark dark brown, leather flight jacket and my brown aviator sunglasses.

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New Years Day fun

Mark was so happy, however he wanted to get his love to laugh so he put on cowboy by chipz. the songs lyrics sang "cowboy cowboy riding in a rodeo can i be the one for you, cowbow cowbow you're my little romeo let me be your cowgirl too."

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The Wuskys (Diapers)

Russ looked up to his older sibling: the rough n' tough cowboy turned city boy. russ admired the fact that kaji always knew what he wanted, and never hesitated to reach for it by any means necessary.

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Die Welt des goldenen Mondes - Kapitel 24: Aufregender Stadtbummel

„der stick bitte", forderte der cowboy und hielt reiga die offene hand entgegen. „ja natürlich", antwortete der, holte ihn aus seiner manteltasche und gab ihn dem chef.

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Rubber Ranch - The Beginning

Before him stood a large black rubber wolf, decked out in full cowboy gear with a smile on his face.

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Rubber Ranch

Before him stood a large black rubber wolf, decked out in full cowboy gear with a smile on his face.

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MiLF's Wanted: Chapter 3

"that's right rob, this ball game is brought to us by the dragon's den inn, run by the cowboy's owner; allester darkflame.

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Lost in it.

My body was burning and I did know why. Ever since I woke up this morning, odd things have been happening. The incident in the shower and me passing out were just the highlights. Now my thoughts are on the Wolf and Fredrick. They filled my mind with...

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Guns of Legend: Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen Adlis stumbled in the darkness as she raced towards the bluff. She'd heard no signs that she was being pursued, but her paranoia got the best of her, convincing her that a thief or cutthroat was hiding in every shadow. In the back...

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Guns of Legend: Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen Kulgan clawed at his door, which had several long gouges in it already. He'd scratched at them so much that his claws were beginning to chip and bleed. It didn't matter, though. Pain was meaningless. The food that had been given to...

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