"Striker Lettermans" Drew my Dragon Striker-sona in the team jerseys. Only the Bards one is accurate. I added on to the other ones that seemed too plain without the additions.

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"Striker Lettermans" Drew my Dragon Striker-sona in the team jerseys. Only the Bards one is accurate. I added on to the other ones that seemed too plain without the additions.
If you like PVC and patent leather gear, you know that arousing squeaky gear noise it can make when moving or it rubs - Grrr!
Just gotta keep telling myself it’s for charity, it’s for charity!
Let's get him his well deserved athletic letters. Let's send letters from the high schools around to show our support. :)
N O W A V A I L A B L E
Draught Dry Goods / Collection No. 06
Pleasure Permanent Jacket
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A Moment
She got out of the car and collected the things she needed for the school day, once she had everything together and balanced in one arm she checked her phone for the time. Her phone reported that it was 6:41 am and just on time. She approached the school gates and hoped she wouldn't do anything embarrassing as she walked past the principal and security guards. She never understood exactly why she was intimidated of the walk into school, it was her junior year and she should be used to this routine by now but something inside of her told her she'd never get over this irrational fear and nervousness. She stepped in side the gate and immediately started looking for the grey Letterman's jacket, and when she couldn't ind the Letterman's jacket a wave of anxiety crashed over her. She frantically looked for the Letterman's jacket or a familiar face to be with so she wouldn't be alone. After a minute of looking she was as nervous as ever and glanced to a tree where she spotted the Letterman's jacket and the lovely boy who rested inside of it. The boy was leaned up against the tree looking very amused at the girl. The girl rushed over to him and heard him chuckling when she arrived. "What's so funny" "You," he smirked, "I stand here, right under this tree every single day at 6:39 because I know you get here at 6:41. I stand here, and when my friends ask me to go with them somewhere else I say no because I know that if I am not standing here at exactly 6:41, you will freak out and have to spend time with people you are uncomfortable with and I don't want that for you, so here I stand, every single day. Yet with all that you still seem to forget exactly where I stand, or you doubt me or something goes on in that pretty little head of yours because the fact that I stand here waiting for you every day doesn't matter, you still freak out. I see it in your eyes every time. I don't understand you, darling" "Nobody does." she replied leaning into the boy with the Letterman's jacket. He kissed the top of her head and laced their fingers together. "You don't get it. I'll always be here. Like the tree. Me and the tree are one and as one we will always stand here for you." he explained. "Trees get cut down" she pointed out and he simply chuckled and asked her about her classes for the day and their plans for lunch. And then she came back to reality. She walked into the school gates with her head down and sat next to the tree stump where the boy in the Letterman's jacket once stood. She thought about how much she missed him, and how he could be here hugging her and discussing things that were important to them. But the boy in the Letterman's jacket wasn't there anymore. And the anxious little girl had no Letterman's jacket to search for. So she sat and thought about the moment when the boy in the Letterman's jacket made her fall in love with him. She fell in love next to a tree with a beautiful boy, in a grey jacket. Now it was different. Now she fell next to a tree stump every morning thinking of how lonely she is without the boy in the Letterman's jacket and the very tall tree.
-d.t.