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- Joined: Nov 01, 2011
shade sat on the edge of his desk, her red dress spurting out from the waste in delicious puffs of tule and silk.
'the thing is shade,' he began as smoke slowly dripped like liquid from his lips, 'truth lies in the conviction of the individual'
'oh how ironic' shade said, her rough voice making him shiver, 'truth lies'