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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase;]PYREPUP[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -6px;]i know the feeling, of being damned alone ![/fancypost]
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well, he was tasked with something very simple, probably because of his age; but whatever. a task was a task. the pup had succeeded in setting a paw-made beach volleyball game; everything was perfectly set up and ready to go; all he needed was people to use his creation. was he going to participate? more than likely not. why? playing games really wasn't his thing. [b]"oi! come on over to play some volleyball." the pup announced, tail flicking.
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