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What Hangs in the Balance

What Hangs in the Balance Pr.
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What Hangs in the Balance Ch.1
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My latest full-length story.
The first chapter even got a DLD; huge thanks to *Miss-S-Bird!
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Emily SlateEmily Slate sat on the wooden bench overlooking the lake. She reached out her foot to try to touch the water, but no matter how hard she reached, her toe was still almost a centimeter from the glassy surface.   A motorboat roared by about ten yards away from Emily, so she waved. The driver either didn't notice her, or just plain ignored the girl sitting alone on the bench. Her sister probably would've yelled something after him, likely derogatory, but Emily just slumped back onto the bench.   She stayed there for the rest of the day, watching everyone but noticed by none. At 5:03 exactly, she stood up and tried to go home. Emily Slate
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Omar's Gone"The only problem with cybernetic legs is standard settings of the jump amplificators," Gerald informed Omar. Then he added, "But you should be able to handle it."   Omar grinned. "Sweet! So I can have them? 'Cause if not, I might steal them!" He burst out laughing.   Gerald gritted his teeth. "You should try them out."   "Do I look like I want to? Just kidding!" Omar began to strap himself into the mechanical legs. "Here I go!" he bent his legs to take a leap—   and crashed into a nearby tree.   Gerald chuckled and started walking away. Omar was finally gone. Omar's Gone
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InterviewJackie pressed the doorbell quickly, then yelled "Grandpa?" just in case he couldn't hear the doorbell. A wrinkled eye peered through the keyhole, and the door swung open. "Perfectly punctual, Jackie," her grandfather said as he looked at his watch.. Jackie just smiled and brushed some of her stick-straight ginger hair out of her face. Nothing to be nervous about, just grandpa.   He led her to the small living room and gestured for Jackie to sit on the purple couch opposite him.  "So, do you want to start the interview now?"   "Sure." Jackie pulled out a tape recorder and a notepad just in case she wanted to writ Interview
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Soda Cans"I bet I could crush this Coke can with my forehead," Perry commented, rolling the soda can she'd uncovered with her new metal detector around in her hands. She pinched the aluminum in around the middle. "It doesn't seem so hard." She held it up to her ear and shook it. No Coca-cola inside, just beach sand. Perry tipped the can upside down to let it all spill out.   May rolled her eyes. "You always think that until you try whatever stupid trick of yours came to mind last," she told her sister, crossing her arms. "This is going to end painfully, just watch." She took out her iPod and shoved the pink earbuds into her ears.    Soda Cans
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369 Words of WriMosAll you have is one month. All you need to do is write 500,000 words. Your motto has to be quantity over quality, just get it done.   Lacey's NaNoWriMo book wasn't going to win awards. It was all she could squeeze into her schedule to reach the word count. She struggled to make sure she wouldn't fall behind.   But on November thirtieth, Lacey had a finished (though horrible) novel.     The hardest part of writing a poem every day would be inspiration. Who could come up with a new idea every day for the entire month of April?   Some days of NaPoWriMo, Gerald went through the whole day without g 369 Words of WriMos
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Ice Cubes and IcebergsHenry got home from work late after a particularly trying day. All those employees who thought they needed promotions...it grated on his nerves. Every day, he had to go through a nightmare.   "Daddy, you're home!" his youngest daughter, Tuesday, exclaimed the second he walked through the door. "Look what I have!"   Henry barely looked at whatever it was she was holding up. He was busy checking the mail for his paycheck. "That's nice, sweetie," he muttered.   "Daddy, please look at my iceberg. Please," he could hear Tuesday sniff as if she had something genuinely important. The kid was too dramatic...like his empl Ice Cubes and Icebergs
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One Year"I still remember the day we met like it was yesterday..." Marie started with a twinkle in her eye.   Russell laughed. "That's probably the most cliché thing you can say on an anniversary, you know."   "I know you're not surprised, Russell."   "Taxi!" Marie called as she jumped out into the street, only to be ignored by the yellow cab. She stepped back onto the sidewalk and scouted for any more yellow taxis. Would one ever stop for her?   "Taxi!" A guy walked right past her and into the street. A cab Marie hadn't even noticed immediately pulled up. Smiling sweetly and innocently, Marie followed him One Year
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Diane's SecretThe surf store was colder than the beach outside, but at least there was no wind here. Diane flipped the hood of her thick blue sweatshirt up. Here in Oregon, the concept of warm coasts was alien.   The cashier, the only other person in the store, didn't seem bothered by the cold. He'd probably lived there all his life, unlike Diane. South Carolina had been so much better, but the courts had made sure she could never go back there.   Diane didn't want to think about that too much. Trying to distract herself, she started browsing merchandise. She didn't hear the footsteps behind her as someone else cam in.    &nbs Diane's Secret
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No deviants said I didn't do it I didn't do it, I swear. Tom was my friend; I wouldn't do that to him! I know Kevin's probably been telling all kinds of lies about me, but it's true. I didn't do it! Why don't you believe me?   Yes, I was at the park with him that night, but that doesn't mean anything! We were just hanging out, not doing anything wrong. Kevin was the one who did it, not me. I swear I didn't do it. Kevin was jealous of him for some reason. I don't know, I think he wanted his girlfriend. I don't really get why Tom liked her, she was all wrong for him. But I didn't do it. Anyway, I think that's why Kevin wanted to do it in the first place, to get to T
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No deviants said Ghost Bus No doubt about it, the old yellow school bus was jammed into the mouth of the cave without any hope of getting out. How it had gotten there, Kelly could not figure out. Had the people inside at least managed to escape?   "Were there little kids in there?" she murmured to herself, running one hand over a sand-covered wheel on one of her regular trips down to the "bus beach." In fact, she was one of the few people who ever ventured down there. Most others were afraid it was haunted—though what it was haunted from, no one seemed to know. The stories were always vague, and varied from person to person. None of them even seemed to
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No deviants said "Doomsday" Notice "You have three. hundred. and. forty. two. messages." Larry's computer bleated as he turned it on. He'd look at them later, but right now he instantly went to his friends' vidroom. Kristin would probably grill him for being late already.   "What's happening?" he asked the rest of them.   "Kitson wanted to wait until you got here to talk about something," Derek sighed. Today he looked like a tall, green-skinned Oluan. It was the first time the group had convinced him to change his avatar to an alien form: before, he'd permanently set it to one human look. Kitson, on the other hand, changed avvies at least once an hour and h
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No deviants said The World Under the Rug There used to be a wonderland underneath my rug.   When I lifted up a corner of the ugly blue carpet to sweep, I used to catch a glimpse of it. Each time it was different: one day I would see purple pastures, another day it was orange seas. Sometimes, I could even see little people in it, but only vaguely. They could have been giant insects for all I know.   The first time I saw it, I tried to move the entire carpet to look at all of it. Big mistake: it disappeared on the spot. In fact, it faded the more of the rug I folded over. A piece of wonderland big enough for me to squeeze through was only barely visible. Any attemp
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No deviants said Emily Slate Emily Slate sat on the wooden bench overlooking the lake. She reached out her foot to try to touch the water, but no matter how hard she reached, her toe was still almost a centimeter from the glassy surface.   A motorboat roared by about ten yards away from Emily, so she waved. The driver either didn't notice her, or just plain ignored the girl sitting alone on the bench. Her sister probably would've yelled something after him, likely derogatory, but Emily just slumped back onto the bench.   She stayed there for the rest of the day, watching everyone but noticed by none. At 5:03 exactly, she stood up and tried to go home.
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No deviants said One of the Tuesday stories "What if I told you my name was Tuesday?" the little girl asked as she kicked her feet up to rock the swing forward.   Casey shook her head. "Nah, you're too theatrical for a Tuesday."   "How do you know?" The girl grinned. "You just met me."   Casey had to pause for a second. "Yeah, but..."   "But what? You have to tell me!" She kicked Casey's leg as the swing went upward again.   "That's exactly what I mean."   "Oh," the girl paused for a minute, the swing rocking back and forth, back and forth. "Well, you still haven't told me your name," she finally stated.   "What if I Kerry's little sister Tuesday was sitting at the kitchen table when Kerry walked into the room. Tuesday was doing something that, if any other five-year-old was doing it, Kerry would've guessed to be coloring, or drawing. Unfortunately, she knew better than anyone that Tuesday wasn't likely to do anything another five-year-old would.   "Hey, Tuesday," she greeted her sister as she plopped down in a chair beside her. "Doing anything fun?" Tuesday was scribbling letters down on a piece of paper, a chore Kerry usually associated with term papers due the next day.   Tuesday didn't reply or even look up from whatever she was wr Henry got home from work late after a particularly trying day. All those employees who thought they needed promotions...it grated on his nerves. Every day, he had to go through a nightmare.   "Daddy, you're home!" his youngest daughter, Tuesday, exclaimed the second he walked through the door. "Look what I have!"   Henry barely looked at whatever it was she was holding up. He was busy checking the mail for his paycheck. "That's nice, sweetie," he muttered.   "Daddy, please look at my iceberg. Please," he could hear Tuesday sniff as if she had something genuinely important. The kid was too dramatic...like his empl
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I feel proud of what I did. :devflash-fic: month definitely was a challenge, but I got through it without falling too far behind. I originally wanted to work on several of my longer stories, as well as work on my long-overdue next chapter of my novel, but I don't think it's even possible to have done that unless you need no sleep. :giggle:

Not everything I wrote this month is decent, though. I'm currently sorting through the Flash Fiction Month 2010 folder on my computer and dividing it into three folders for Decent, Salvageable, and Impossible. Surprisingly, some of what I consider to be the worst is actually going into Salvageable—it's the half-baked, half-thought-out pieces that aren't really too bad that I consider impossible to work with. But hey, whipping all my pieces into shape is going to be fun!

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COMMENT BELOW WITH MY 5 BEST PIECES FROM JULY.


Or not the best ones right now, but the 5 pieces that could be really great after critique. You can find all 31 pieces, from I didn't do it to Emily Slate right here in my gallery folder.

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So...clicky. Pweese. :meow:

Want more info on what exactly I plan to do with these? Here's another linkie just for you: [link]

10 Things


Task 208 from #deviant365

"Hey guys!

Its 10 days until dA's 10th birthday party! So we want you to make a journal featuring the following!

:bulletblue: 10 people who have positively impacted your dA experience.
:bulletblue: 10 deviations that amaze you.
:bulletblue: 10 memorable moment that you've had on dA."

10 Deviants:

My friends ~Yelfi and =KirigamiRiguya are definitely at the top of the list.

~3wyl gave me a lot of really helpful comments that definitely helped my writing improve. *Miss-S-Bird also gave me more confidence in my writing and my novel when she featured the first chapter at *DailyLitDeviations. *dantesgirl changed the way I thought about character development with her Mary Sue articles (I refer to those so much!) and also established :devthrow-rock:. Then ~colleenxcatalina and devq105090: are really great watchers, though all my active non-bot watchers would be up here if I had room. People who have impacted me directly aside, great writers on dA whom I strive to be something like include =julietcaesar, ~Magic-fan, and *ThornyEnglishRose.

10 deviations:

I fave too much. But here are 10 pieces I absolutely adore:

The ones that are first chapters represent the entire work because it's hard enough to pick just 10 works. I don't want to decide with chapter's the best.

1:39 I usually don't take an interest to humans.   
Really, I don't.   
I mean, honestly. They're all the same. Stuck on earth with their pathetic troubles, their love lives, their jobs, their clothes. Human life. It's always the same story, told again and again with a different face and a different name. I'd be more interested in watching a bed of tulips grow.  
 
Unfortunately, that choice isn't mine to make.   
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It's raining again. There's not much shelter on the depressing bridge I've been assigned to, so I take the form of a cat and huddle beneath a sign. Conveniently, someone has somehow 3 Different Seconds  by L. Vera   Subject 1:  An excerpt from a tape recording of Martin Stevens' interview with Dr. Henry Wurzbach.  1/20/89 9:00 A.M.   "How are you doing today, Martin?" Doctor Wurzbach's voice entered through the static.  "Good," Martin replied.  "If you do not mind Martin, I would like to go ahead and ask about the first time you discovered your ability," Doctor Wurzbach's said with his deep calm voice.  "Sure. Like I said before, it all just kind of happened. Well, I was out with my friends. We were walking home from practice and we got to the bridge across from the park. One pill. Then I'll be okay. I was in the pub talking with my friend. We touched on many things, football, politics and news. But I had an idea what he really wanted to talk about; he wanted to talk about my best friend.   Eventually after an age he got round to it, hesitant at first - and in a whispered voice, he asked me how Death had become my friend.   So, I explained how I'd sent out an invitation, by post of course, inviting Death over for nothing more than a cup of tea, a chat and possibly a game or two of Chess. Naturally I'd been laughed at by people when they'd found out what I'd done, but the laughter stopped when the following Friday, Deat The clothing industry had one fear only:   When Jack the "Ripper of Clothes" was on the loose.   He struck everywhere, Mister Jack. Whether it was your typical corner clothes shop or the suburban shopping mall, he would sneak in and bring upon a reign of terror not seen since the birth of the Mannequin race. Darkness was his cloak. As soon as shopping malls wound down their business, he would saunter in, jingling car keys and appearing to make his way to the carpark. But as soon as there was no one, he would attack. No mannequin was safe from his grasp. As soon as they were left outside the safety of locked shop doors, the "Oy, let me see your calorie card!" The skinny man at the hotdog stand demanded, holding my hotdog just out of reach.   I sighed and dug the plastic out of my pocket, handing it to him with a sour grimace on my face.  I was sure I had already exceeded my allotted 1500 calories for today, but I was just so darn hungry.  Seriously, what was one hotdog going to do to my figure anyway?   He shook his head as he swiped it through the scanner.  "Sorry girlie.  This hot dog is 242 calories.  You only have 10 calories left for today."  He shooed me away in preference of t

10 Moments:

I'm going to stick to the positive ones here.

:bulletwhite: December 19: first DLD suggestion accepted. [link]
:bulletwhite: March 14—OMG I actually got a DLD! :faint: [link]
:bulletwhite: Uploading too much to try and catch the 100,000,000th deviation...that was fun.
:bulletwhite: Becoming a commenter at *simplyprose :dance: ()
:bulletwhite: The day I found out I won a group contest with my piece Write Home Soon and won a subby. (I actually didn't know there were prizes, period. :meow:)
:bulletwhite: The day I tied for first place =Lina19's contest with my piece [link] tied with *razorkissed-wrists
:bulletwhite: Today, finishing FlaFiMo! :boogie:
:bulletwhite: First accepted DD: [link]
:bulletwhite: The April Fool's joke...:rofl: I wasn't technically supposed to be on the computer that day because of punishment, but I'm glad I snuck on!
:bulletwhite: This conversation: [link]

Features: Other FlaFiMo Pieces

Obvious choice of features, but I'm doing them anyways. Read them, it won't take that long!

The sound of death is on the air. It is the sound of a thousand marching troops and a thousand gunshots echoing behind us that I flee. Somewhere ahead is the safety of The Portal. All I have to do is get there before the pursuing Vesne catch me. Beside me runs my wife, Emily. Today is our anniversary, but this is not what I had planned.       I can feel my jaw starting to vibrate as we approach The Portal and the twin fusion generators that power the wormhole. Behind us, I can hear the pounding footsteps of the Vesne shock troops closing in on us, interspersed with the whine of plasmafire as they cut down another "I can't even believe this," Mrs. Nesbitt spat as she tossed down the history textbook she'd been given to teach out of in the coming year.   "What's up with it?" asked Carrie, an English Major who was working in the school to pay off her student loan.   "'What's up with it' is the cover art, for one thing, and I don't even want to take a look at the contents," Mrs. Nesbitt answered disdainfully, pointing at the images of McDonalds through the years, from an old fashioned drive-in all the way up to the newest McHome food processors (because who should expect someone to leave his own home just to get some McDonalds?). It wa Maitha held her breath in a vain attempt to solve matters, but first one discordant bump, then a second out-of-rhythm bump… and she exhaled with a barely muted groan of frustration. Nothing helped. Nothing changed that fatalistic path her heart seemed to have chosen for itself.   Two months ago, Maitha gave up volleyball. She had had no idea that this was where she was headed for, back in those days, so far away, now, in her mind, when she had finally given up pretending she could run twelve laps like her teammates. You look a bit blue-lipped, are you cold? Bessie had asked, concerned. Maitha nodded – yes, she was cold, th She waits at the campfire for me. Smiles when my shadow finds hers. There are people clumped in small groups everywhere, doing the things teenagers do at the beach in summer. I sit beside her, take her hand.   "There are stars we see now that died millions of years ago," she tells me. "So fierce is the quality of their lives, so intense the brilliance of their death."   I gaze up at the sky, finding the moon first. She washes the world in a quiet glow, highlighting the waves rolling over the sand further down the beach. Behind the moon the faint glow of stars can be seen, winking in and out of existence as my focus shifts. I cut my hair.   It was a hot morning in July. I struggled out of the tangled sheets, pulled on a flannel shirt and cut-offs, and managed to locate the car keys among the wreckage that was my bedroom. Slipping out the front door, the humidity made me blush, my long, strawberry curls beginning to crinkle under pressure. Eventually, the key secured in the ignition, and I was off on the main town roads in search of the hairdresser.   My hands were sweating against the steering wheel, the radio dial slippery underneath my fingertips. The MC played familiar songs, all from your favorite bands. I drummed to the beat, the stop li Everyone gets a case of the Mondays once in a while. You wonder why you're still coming to this dead end job. You wish you were still sitting on your couch flipping the channels mindlessly while your mind went blank and no one questioned you. It seems like there isn't enough coffee in the world to keep you going on those days. Still, you take comfort in the fact that the person in the next cubicle is just as cramped and miserable as you are and you trudge through your day not feeling so alone.   I don't have that problem. I purposely take Mondays off to avoid that. I beat the system. Haha! Now I don't have to be around people that d It seemed to fall forever, spinning rapidly as it approached its target. The launchers stood, watching with bated breath as it moved further and further away. It was a precise operation, and if they had mistimed it even slightly, the results would be disappointing, and the whole procedure would have to be started again, possibly even being postponed to another day.  Finally, after what seemed an age to the onlookers, the missile connected squarely with the target.   The woman cried out in surprise as the water balloon connected with her head and burst. The ensuing tsunami of water soaked her and an area about two meters in Gerard swung himself up onto the lab bench. Martin was squinting at a flask of hydrogen gas. An earthquake of concentration was working deep rifts into his brow.   "Not like that, boy. Haven't you ever fused hydrogen before?"   Martin looked up and dragged his labcoat sleeve along his hairline. "No I haven't, sir. Mr Oswell didn't get past identifying the elements with me."   Gerard pushed his fringe back. "They're not supposed to let you onto the ship until you can do basic fusion. I'll show you now, but pay attention. If you mess this up things can go badly wrong." Oswell must have outright lied to get Martin o I am alive today because of McDonalds.   I don't mean that in an aliens-were-chasing-me-across-the-galaxy-and-some-nice-humans-hid-me-in-a-fast-food-restaurant kind of way. Or even an I-grew-up-in-the-real-ghetto-and-hid-from-the-guns-by-going-to-the-nice-neighborhood-MickeyD's.   I mean it in a my-parents-are-the-kind-of-people-who-have-proven-love-at-first-sight-exists-because-they-met-in-a-place-smelling-of-burnt-grease-and-sounding-of-screaming-children-and-looked-at-each-other-for-6-seconds-and-that-was-it. They were they. And they had me.   And if they had never both gone in that day or that fast food place 'Pink for friendship.  Red for passionate love.'   'Ah… let's stick with pink for now.'   'Are you sure?'   'Yes.  I think so.'   It was not a grand job, but to her it was important.  Flowers meant so much.  Love, happiness, friendship, mourning…   'Lilies are traditional.'   'She wouldn't want lilies.  She loved sunflowers.  She was such a colourful person.  She told us not to wear black.'   'That's seventy pounds ninety, please.'   ---   'Look at the pretty flowers.'  


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Here on deviantArt, there's a lot of stuff that's not really good, and then there are beautiful, amazing pieces that are just plain incredible, that take your breath away. I support the latter.

I tend to write mainly prose, short stories/flash fiction and novels I work on one-at-a-time despite the infinite ideas for such a story constantly running about in my head. I'd also like to try poetry, but for now I'm just at the point where I read lots of poems, critiques, and guides in hopes of something soaking in. I occasionally dabble in drawing, digital art, or photography, but literature is still my main art form.

I am the founder of #WriterArt, and I'm also the co-founder of #Art-Expressions and a critiquer in #FantasyAuthorsGuild.

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  • Interests: reading, listening to music, writing
  • Favourite band or musician: do you seriously want to make me choose?
  • Favourite genre of music: something with a good beat.
  • Favourite poet or writer: Terry Pratchett
  • Favourite photographer: Robert Doisneau
  • Favourite style of art: semi-realistic
  • Operating System: Windows
  • MP3 player of choice: MINE.
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  • Wallpaper of choice: one of those wall murals that are wallpaper with a picture on it
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  • Personal Quote: "Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?" Edgar Allan Poe
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~Candi-Cane 1 day ago
Thank you for making "Voyage of the Artist's Mind" a favorite. :)
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=MutilatedAudio 2 days ago
Hello there!

I just want to welcome you to #Theme-Of-The-Month! We really appreciate you joining. :hug:

This months theme is "The Power of the Sun"
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We are having a group contest. Read this journal to earn more about it, and maybe even donate a prize [link]

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~monchito001 3 days ago
hey Jane! thanks for the fave :iconhappywaveplz:

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*SoImStillUnsure 3 days ago
:icongrin--plz: Thanks for the :+fav: on my piece, "Next Stop"

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Mood: Joy ~antmansreturn 4 days ago
Thanks for the favorites and the watch!

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=dreamsinstatic 4 days ago
Thanks for the :+fav:

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=Jamaal10 Jul 21, 2010
Thank you for the :+fav:! :)

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thank you :)

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