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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 7, 2016 21:13:17 GMT -8
  
Anselm-
"Hum? I don't understand. Darren,
you don't vant to be in a newspaper?
Maybe he changes names to be Darren-
Anson and Derek and Ellery?" "No man! Just, no! Man!"
Moorcock-
"Freedom of the press, bro! I'm on the party beat, not celeb shit, ya know?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Sept 7, 2016 21:28:57 GMT -8
Moorcock-
"You're not the boss of ... Let the party dude decide!"
 
Anselm-
"Aw, maybe you just let Darren have peace
times... but it's a big beach, isn't it?"
(big bitch?)  
Darren-
"If you mention me in the article,
I'm unleashing the swim boy."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Sept 7, 2016 21:46:50 GMT -8
Moorcock-
"Shit, I know when
I ain't wanted..."
Darren-
Anselm- "Journalists, man."
"Darren! How come are you
being mean to someone?" Darren-
"They ain't even human,
bro. Why you trippin'?"
Anselm-
"Tch, you getting too macho.
I need a break time from you
before we get stoned."
He hopped off his end of the driftwood and sent Darren wobbling. Then, he strolled back toward the shore. 
Darren-
"Ugh."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Sept 7, 2016 22:03:02 GMT -8
 Darren- "He's out, bro. Thanks for havin' my back. You know Jess better than me, but like, wasn't she with you at the start of the night? If she's that one that's always with Hunter..." |
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Sept 7, 2016 22:09:11 GMT -8
 Darren- "Yeah, weird. Maybe we should check into it..." And with that, the driftwood was again a lonesome work of art, chilling in the night breeze.
((Sounds good to me dude!)) |
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