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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 5:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 5:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 5:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 5:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 6:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 6:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 6:25 pm
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Ian
Now in the kitchen, Ian rubbed the back of the head, wondering what she knew and what she did not. "Um... This is the cupboard, where all the dishes and pots and pans are. " He opened the cupboard and pointed to each thing, naming it. Might as well start her practice with learning our language. He opened the fridge next and named off the items. He came to the stove and turned tho knobs, showing his pet how to change the intensity of the flame. Below the stove was the oven. "Finally, the pantry. Anything that does not need to go in the fridge goes in here." He named the food in the pantry, thinking, I would be amazed if she remembered all of this.
Rolond
Rolond was relived when someone finally answered him. "Pet shop... that's the nicest term Ive come across for a slave market. And please don't call me sir, it makes me feel old. My name is Rolond." He relaxed a bit. If the others were calm, then this place must be half way civil. "So who are you?" he asked his addressor, hoping to keep up conversation to keep his mind off of the pain his back was radiating.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 6:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 7:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 7:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 7:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 7:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 7:40 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 7:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 8:06 pm
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