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01-21-2017, 08:02 PM
Lightning strikes every time she moves
I came running cuz there were men around my baby sister and I felt some type of way about that.
Like...okay, most of them were kids. Well, one of them was. The other one was a grown ass man with ink and a powerful smell that was familiar and not all at the same time, but that reminded me of a drunken night not too long ago and that was a weird association to make between my sister and stuff. I wasn’t approving.
So I rolled up, and I cast an eye over the scallywag and the other kids who’d turned up; one of them the child of my sergeant (though I didn’t know it), the other with features that seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place for some reason. They reminded me of the cold, though, of something far in the north that I found endearing, but I couldn’t put my tongue on it.
Whatever. They were cleaning up and I guess that’s what I was gonna have to do. But I wanted to make it a little spicier than that, especially seeing all the demure faces of the girls there. I snorted, coming up to my Sis and saying with a devilish gleam in my eye, “C’mon, let’s show them how hard girls can roll,” I cast a look at the other filly there, somewhat shy and reserved, “betchu we can run circles around ‘em, yeah?”
Chico
and Roskuld
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