Posted by asiecan on 7/4/2002, 11:09 pm
..the young mahogany took tentative steps towards his father, crania held high, and visionaries gazing into his sires. soft words plurled forth from velvet newborn lips. "you...you...?" somehow, the words could not be heard, or bled from tiny lips as globes turned to him in wonder.
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