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Post by Alora on Aug 28, 2009 7:30:46 GMT -8
Ace's seat was a lime purple. If that color was possible. Perhaps what she meant to think was that it was a bright bright color that if not covered by her own ass would cause her permanent visionary damage. But Ace didn't like big words. She drank a can of coke out of a straw and watched loads of people on the dance floor. She'd dance if she felt like it, and her very own ego expressed itself in her head, assuring her that she was, in fact, quite the 'most-fuckin'-pawnsome-EVER-SEEN' at dancing like that. Her reason for not showing all these people their place was that they didn't deserve to witness her perfection. Of course Ace, you just keep telling yourself that.
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