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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco was out sitting on the sidewalk in front of his house, enjoying the cool weather while he could before things got very, very cold. He'd only had to get the fireplace going once so far, but oh well. He'd been a bit inactive the last few days with his roleplayer getting a brief grounding, but he was back and things were better now.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:400px]"Marco?" The name slipped out from between her lips as she began to pad over, strides becoming quicker as a large smile appeared on her maw. Returning was, for now at least, one of the best things she had done. All her friends were here, except for one. A missing piece that was back in The Regime; back in the place she had left for the Clan that practically destroyed her. Smile faltering just a bit, she'd come to a stop. "Hey."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=11pt]Marco, that was him, right? Yeah. Alaskanpaw bounced over, eyes flicking over the other male.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; margin-top: -7px;][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]Not exactly familiar with Marco, Elijah approached silently. He decided that it'd probably be in his best interest and remain silent for this one and moved to stand besides Alaskanpaw, chocolate eyes gleaming.




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