She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Tracer fire lights the night sky. They took the hill. There had been many casualties, and the air will go out of their mothers when word gets out, but now, no time to stop. Gather, get some cover and then wait for the enemy to make a move.
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