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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 9:50 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 4:01 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 7:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 8:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 10:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 11:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 11:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 12:09 am
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> Write it down on his left arm in glittery red permanent marker. Hmm, well the number isn't going anywhere, right? Plus, Sticks doesn't have a marker to his name. > Memorize number, then look through the blinds discreetly.
Discretion is the most delicious part of valor. Sticks looks, and expects to see a playground at night, but there's no light outside by which he can possibly see. At most he can make out that he is on the second story, because there is a nearby tree brushing close to the window. The tree has green leaves, so at least Sticks knows he's in the right season. The last time he remembers being awake, it was late summer.
ENTER AN ACTION >
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 12:14 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 12:29 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 12:59 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 1:23 am
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