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His stomach growled at him, he patted and then ignored it. He couldn’t do anything about it, no matter how aggressive his stomach was.
He tried to ignore the bars on the window and look through it while he sat on the bed.
He could see a large expense of green grass, perfectly cut, a tall wood fence blocked his view of anything else. He gave a frustrated noise. He could be any where, but from the grey ton of the light he guessed it was pretty gloomy and he probably hadn’t been token out of town or anything.
 Desi the fuzzy fluffhead · Wed Oct 15, 2008 @ 01:14am · 0 Comments |
