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05-02-2007, 06:12 PM
A couple came into the slave pen, obviously buyers by the rich clothing. They were father and daughter judging by her affectionate hugs to him.
The girl was a good xample of a Philomene, with even more so deathly pale skin, sparky violet eyes and long straight black hair, tied into a messy updo. She was no more pretty then msot, but with a certain inane cheeriness about her.
"Can we get a friemd for me, pops? Please say do!"
"Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go."
-Bernard Malamud
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