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33 Apocalypse Avenue [early evening]
Mar. 8th, 2007 12:57 pmAnakin was on the couch.
Sulking.
And tossing his long blond hair over his shoulders.
And sulking some more.
Like his week hadn't been weird enough--now he'd developed boobs and an interest in watching reruns of Doctor Phil's advice program.
Life sucked.
[OOC: Come on. Like I could pass up the opportunity to use this icon again.]
Sulking.
And tossing his long blond hair over his shoulders.
And sulking some more.
Like his week hadn't been weird enough--now he'd developed boobs and an interest in watching reruns of Doctor Phil's advice program.
Life sucked.
[OOC: Come on. Like I could pass up the opportunity to use this icon again.]
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