that one time i made samar in an elven style dollmaker & it was great

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that one time i made samar in an elven style dollmaker & it was great
im. dying
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thanks, i hate it
Sticks leg up in the air I have more great ideas.
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Rock my boat, hm? I don't doubt it, you're certainly... Big enough.
How you use your size is what’s really important.
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even without knowing what happens afterwards i did not have a good reason for sacrificing the chargers like… I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU COULD… FOR A BOAT……………….
Oh I think it’s justifiable. I mean They tell you there’s minimum 100 people on the boat, you’d get all of the power of the Qunari as well as more comprehensive intel making you arguably the strongest force in The South. Strategically it makes sense to go with The Qunari, as well as number wise it’s you’ll kill 100 people or 6, which do you choose.
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with a tired yawn she leans against his backside, head finding refuge within the nape of his neck as arms wrap themselves around his waist. no words were spoken, and she quietly enjoys this moment between them; lips pressed against warm skin to hide her smile.
She reminds him of hot summer days in Antiva City, lying in their bed with only the rare, precious breeze wafting in from the window to cool them. It was too hot to cuddle, but they were too comfortable to move. Zevran would run his fingers through Rinna’s dark curls, and she would look up at him, her plump, blushing lips curled in a wicked smile, and his heart would burn for her.
She never looked so good as when she was loving him.
Zevran holds Isabela’s arms, and smiles sadly to himself.