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Gliding |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever 
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It was around 9 o' clock in the morning. We were in a flying school bus, soaring over small world central. I jumped out of the bus and drifted slowly down on the island. The but crashed on the island after a few minutes. The men were blue. We were transporing five rifles for the blue guys. There were also red guys. I had a knife. Yo Yo at a choral concert. Yo yo!! The End I have sent you nothing but angels, and I have placed nothing but miracles before you. |
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