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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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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Eat and Grow

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

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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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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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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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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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country pie contest

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

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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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Vattened

There was also a twinge of boredom which was reaching into him too, as there was just nothing more to do but eat, and eat, and eat. this did get him fatter and fatter, rolls quickly taking over his body and making it rounder than it was tall.

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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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