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Post by Revan "DeadPool" Brink on Oct 28, 2010 13:14:14 GMT -6
"Hey babe you can't rush style, you gotta let it come to you and take a hold of you, be it arms, or a bullets up the uha" he said with a smirk. He then left her to her business, disappering quickly. He climbed up a building and sat on the corner of it. "The cats, in the cradle and a silver spoon, up and the man and the moon" he sang while moving his head.
he wondered to do, and thought about when and how he was going to hug tie the little minx down there. He then took out his gun and rotated it around his fingers quickly looking deciding what to do with his boredom.
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