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| [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: #333333; width: 80px; height: 230px; text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; color:#616161; ]TAGGED #TykiPon NOTES - Unstable - No powers - Portuguese - Black Domestic - Plotting Thread[/fancypost] |
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