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[glow=black,2,300][size=46pt]»[/size][size=36pt]EILEEN[/size][/glow]
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Of course, she didn't really care about it all too much though. She was pretty easy-going, and although there were a few odd looks here and there — considering she looked drunk 99.9% of her life — she didn't really care for their opinions and continued to strut — or wobble — on her way. And so currently, she was doing the aforementioned 'running' (used very loosely) that she preformed a lot, 'jumping' at trees, falling, then rinsing and repeating. It was mostly a fun thing for her, unless of course she got injured doing it, but she didn't really care if she got injured at that point.[/justify]
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