tempestletrope "Girls, please go to your chambers. I'll send Ètaìn up with the rest of your dinner." Tabea's voice quavered as she spoke.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
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tempestletrope "Girls, please go to your chambers. I'll send Ètaìn up with the rest of your dinner." Tabea's voice quavered as she spoke.
Posted by Tempest Nightingale LeTrope at 12:05 AM
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