Uh oh, I wan't some more... -FOXXEH LUFF <3 -

[baileyann]

The arena was empty and the air was cold as Baylee slowly entered the outdoor arena. Her light tan Ariats squeaked carefully as she stepped through the thick, clingy arena sand. They were new and not exactly broken in yet. She was hesitant to put them on, hesitant to lace them up over her small feet, but the thought of riding barefoot sent a shiver down her back, and the brand new boots looked too enticing to pass up. She had put them on over her socked feet in a hurry and now that she was in the arena, she wasn’t regretting her decision.

She sighed softly as she led her large, bay Warmblood to the center of the ring. He stamped impatiently as Baylee tightened the girth, flickering his ears backwards with excitement. It was cold, the breeze that blew outside was biting, and Louie being the typical six year old, was hyper as usual. The cold didn’t help the matter in the slightest. Instead It caused the gelding added jumpiness and energy, energy that Baylee was more than happy to help him burn off. The cold weather made her antsy, it made her crave exercise. And, like her horse, it made her extremely energetic. Baylee patted his shoulder gently, feeling his warmth against her hand as she quickly bent to slip her foot into her stirrup. “Ready to work, goof ball?” She asked with a smile, tightening her reins in her hand as she pushed herself up and into her very expensive, close contact Bates saddle. The leather squeaked as she settled herself, pushing her weight into her heels as Louie danced beneath her, snorting with the excitement of an open arena, high jumps, and cold weather. Baylee tightened her reins carefully, feeling his mouth as she moved against his movements. “Ah ah, stand, Louie...” She reprimanded, checking his mouth with her reins. He settled down with hesitance, and she could feel the energy inside of him. Perhaps she should have longed him first, she knew that would be the smartest idea, but she didn’t have the time. Instead she flipped her blonde hair back, took up her reins, and guided her gelding to the rail.

His ears perked forward, his nostrils flared as she urged him into an extended trot. Her body rose and fell with his inside shoulder, and she put pressure on her inside rein, tapping it gently while keeping her outside rein tight. Louie responded immediately, bending at the poll and tucking his nose as he settled into a collected but extended trot. He felt good, and as she asked him for the canter, she could tell he was holding himself back. He was struggling to pay attention, and she knew how badly he wanted to take off and let out a few bucks. She smiled as she put her leg into him, guiding him to the first jump. That was why she loved her boy. He had so much power to him, so much go, but he still tried so hard to control himself when she asked him too.

She eyed the jump and began counting her strides. One, two, three, she kept her eyes ahead of her as Louie planted his feet for the first jump. She bent at the hip, throwing her weight into her heels and loosening her rein to allow the freedom of his head as he gathered himself beneath him. He pulled his legs to his chest, and over he went with forward ears. When he landed on the other side, Baylee was all smiled.

“Get some energy out of your big butt,” she chuckled and she guided him back to the rail, easing him back to an extended trot to work on flexing and circles.

OOC: Yeah, yeah it sucks. I'm sorry =(

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[williamsolmen]

Well, excuse me, but I think you've got my chair.
No, that one's not taken, I don't mind

If you sit here, I'll be glad to share.

Yeah, it's usually packed here on Friday nights.
Oh, if you don't mind, could I talk you out of a light.

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WILL WALKED HIS HORSE INTO THE ARENA. SITTING uncomfortably in the english hunter saddle. He preferred western saddles any day, but he needed to talk to Ryder about some undercover work without it seeming too conspicuous. Will talked with him while sitting on his Palomino Appendix Quarter horse. He talked with Ryder until they reached the arena where some woman was leaping their horse over one of the fence's already.

"Ok, lets get this over with," Will said with a sigh. Ryder just laughed and smacked him, hard, on the shoulder. "God damn Ryder, I think you just broke my gun arm, what were you aiming to take out the competition?" WIll said with a laugh before leaning over Charmin's withers and digging his heels in. "Ha," he said to his boy. Who immediately picked up the canter and then galloped towards the arena, but slowed for the sake of the other rider in the arena.

Ryder trotted up, "You always did have to be first," Ryder said dryly, before cracking a crooked grin. "First one over a jump wins," Ryder said, trotting his trusty mount toward a jump and then cantered over it. They had warmed their horses up just fooling around and getting into the arena.

"Where the hell is King? Isn't he being watched... by you?" Will asked quietly.

"Oh he is, haha, he's getting his horse warmed up in the flat ring, his horse goes berserke with more than one horse in a ring at a time," Ryder said. "I offered to help him but you know how King is."

"Damn fool, he's gonna kill himself before anyone even gets a chance to try for him," Will said laughing.

"Hey, Umph.... I heard that, Donte Knock it off!" King said, the little gelding was doing a twisting bucking motion. King calmed the gelding up and trotted over. "We're just gonna be statues, he's not allowed to jump with his leg."

"Ya, well, we all know he'd just send you over the jump alone," Ryder said with a wicked grin. King seemed to go for his pocket before forgetting he was unarmed.

"You little shi-"

"Awe you know you love me, besides I saw you hanging out with that one chick...."

Will watched the girl riding, his buddies banter going back and forth. Donte, Chase, and Charm sniffed noses, saying hello to each other again. Donte went to nibble at Charm but Charm moved just out of the way. Will was watching the elegance of the girl when something seemed to pull his attention away.

He looked over at King and Ryder. "What?" Will asked, confused at the wary look on their faces.

"Nothing," King said.

"Riiight... Damn it Ryder get that fucking grin off your face before I rip it off and stick it where it belongs!" Will grumbled angrily.

"Sure, you do that, right after you go say some cheesy pick up line-" Will swung at him, even on his horse, who moved to get closer and even went to bite at Chase, Ryder's horse, just to get in the mood.

Ryder ducked and went to... well somewhat tackle, which would have been a bad choice, Will. But King's whip smacked Ryder in the head and Ryder went to raise it to Will but Will glared at him. "No need to get caught for harming a precious police officer."

"No less the Chief of Police," Will glowered. "Smart guy."

"Smart kid," King said, cracking a thin but barely even noticeable grin.

Ryder rubbed his head and snatched King's whip. "Ha!" Ryder said taking it, turning his horse and cantering off.

"God damn..." King grumbled, but WIll had turned back to the rider. He trotted his horse up to the jump before asking for a canter and making him leap over it with ease, but little form or skill. It was more or less just a hobby to make the horse jump things, not really a competition. Where as Ryder had an intense look on his face when he leaped Chase over a triple fencer. Or what ever they called it, Will thought. He didn't know Jumping, unless it was a fallen log in his back yard with his cattle.

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[baileyann]

One, two, one, two, one two, rise and fall with the leg on the wall. Baylee posted Louie’s trot perfectly, her body rising and falling to his inside shoulder, her eyes on the path ahead of them. At the first corner she put her outside leg into him, tipping his nose with her inside rein and pushing him into a half circle and then driving him down the middle of the arena. She knew there were others in the arena. Three males, and she could feel their eyes on her. She had no problem sharing arenas. Louie was a relatively behaved boy, and Baylee could handle all seventeen hands of him with ease.

She shifted her weight in her saddle, guiding him to the right. The right was her weakest side, and inconsequentially, Louie’s as well. She wasn’t sure what about it was so difficult for her, but the right was her weak side. She always pushed herself through the right, forcing herself to work harder in this direction than the other. She was destined to make her and her horse stronger, so with a push of her heel, she urged Louie into a very collected, very controlled canter. His ears twitched backwards, listening to her breathing, and then forward and outwards, to the middle of the arena, listening to the three men that they were sharing the arena with. Baylee flicked her wrist inward instantly, catching her gelding and reprimanding him verbally. “Hey. Pay attention, big guy...” She said, and she kept her leg on him, cuing him inwards and to the first jump of a set of three. With her eyes ahead of her, she bent at the hip as Louie cleared the first one. One, two, three strides and they were up and over the second. Four strides and they were over the third. Louie’s ears were perked forward; he was completely in tune with his rider as she rounded the first corner. Baylee was about to pass the group of men, about to ask her gelding for a hand gallop. She could clearly see the men, clearly hear their prattle. She watched as one ducked out from another’s reach. Baylee wasn’t the only one who saw them, Louie too was intently studying them, his ears flickering back and forth between her breathing and the men. His movements became different, she felt him tense beneath her, and he raised his head above the vertical, his poll no longer tucked, and him no longer moving off of his hind quarters. She felt his pace quicken as he ran off his front, side stepping in the back. He was losing his cadence, falling apart, and she knew she was losing him all together. “Ah ah, quit.” She said, and she checked his mouth with her reins, sitting deep in her saddle as she asked him to come down from his hyper ness. He obliged slowly, lowering his head, but his canter was still sped.

Three beat canter, one, two, and three. Baylee kept her eyes ahead of her as Louie finally obliged and got himself back underneath him, and she loosened her rein, keeping a light contact with his mouth. They were two strides away from passing the gentlemen in the arena when Baylee saw from the corner of her eye, a whip fly through the are and smack one of the guys on the head. Of course Baylee wasn’t the only one who saw it. Louie, who was still trying to keep himself under control from his first fit of excitement, was also watching, and the quick movement paired with cold weather and high adrenaline, sent the horse over the edge. His spook was so fast that Baylee struggled to keep her seat as the large gelding ducked out and away from the men, crossing over his front and arching his neck as he kicked out, ears pinned. Her entire body tightened in response, and by the time he had already completely spun around and made it two strides in the opposite direction, there was no more spook left in him. Baylee sat atop her gelding, feeling him move nervously beneath her from foot to foot, and trying to regain some composure of her ride. The anger inside her was building, and she eyed the men furiously. Arenas were not for playing. Arenas were for working. Baylee wasn’t quite sure where these men were from, but in her neck of the woods, you work in the arena or you get the fuck out. If you wanted to play, well, there were plenty of trails. Baylee narrowed her eyes as she urged Louie towards the men, feeling him tense beneath her.

“Hey, yeah... You see arenas?” She said as she approached, her voice sweet at first. “They’re kind of for working in. If you're going to continue acting like a blithering idiot, you can hit the trails. They invented undisciplined riding for a reason, and they call it ‘trail riding.’” She added and her voice was bitingly sarcastic. She had no patience for immaturity. If this was her barn, they would be gone by now. Baylee clenched her jaw, her blue eyes blazing. “So you can work or leave, because spooking my horse won’t be tolerated.” She spat, her face flushing pink with anger. If there was one thing that she was serious about, it was her horse. If there was one thing she would fight for, it was her horse. Baylee wasn't one to back down from a verbal argument, and once you got her mouth going, it was sometimes hard to stop. That was probably her biggest weakness. Her mouth. She never thought before she spoke.

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[williamsolmen]

Well, excuse me, but I think you've got my chair.
No, that one's not taken, I don't mind

If you sit here, I'll be glad to share.

Yeah, it's usually packed here on Friday nights.
Oh, if you don't mind, could I talk you out of a light.

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WILL AND RYDER CHUCKLED UNDER THEIR BREATH. "Would you rather those two blithering idiots go crashing on the floor their horses spooking and darting off? If you hadn't gotten tense and kept your outside rein and kept his beat in check you would have been fine," King said without emotion. Donte had seen the swerve and had went to do it himself but King had checked him with the reins. "I'm here because I was asked to be here. My horse does not take kindly to snobs," King said.

"King," Will said riding up next to him. "Don't he a jerk. Just because the lady was right doesn't mean you have to-" King sent Will a mutinous look. "I'm just sayin'!" Will said with a little smile.

"If I remember correctly, this was YOUR idea. I didn't even want to be here," King said. Donte felt his riders uneasiness and started to side step, he bumped into Will's mount and went to kick out but King turned him sharply. Will moved his horse away, who was already way ahead of him.

"Just jump him," Will said, "they're just low jumps it's not going to kill him," Will said.

"Ya but he might end up lame the rest of his-"

"Shut up," Will said, looking back to Baylee. "Excuse the friend, he's an asshole."

King's jaw seemed to tense before he turned Donte and trotted him out of there. Donte went to Bite at Ryder on the way out but King held him in check, as much as he wanted to give reign to the furiousity. Will sent Ryder a silent look before Ryder nodded and trotted after.

Will felt for his gun to make sure it was still secure. Still in it's place was his trusty little glock. Charm went to say greetings to the other horse but Will refrained, some people didn't like it and Will wasn't about to piss the woman off any more. "Sorry for disrupting your jump-" There was a round of gunshots and Will instantly grabbed her horse's bit strongly. "Whoa," he said. His horse did nothing, he was used to it. "You should get off," he said before he turned and galloped Charm out the door, unlatching the glock from his harness. "HA!" He said, leaning over the saddle. "RYDER! GET KING OUT OF HERE!" He was blazing up the pastures to the area the bullets came from. "DAMN IT WHERE'S THE MEN!?" Will said, scoping the area as he galloped Charm up the slopes of the pastures before he heard the sound tires burning against asphalt. Will let out a string of curses when he reached the road. Charm pranced the side of the road, watching a plate-less black sedan turn a corner.

Will, holding his gun in the air, so as to not accidentally shoot somebody, trotted Charm back, who had a sheen of sweat on his body. Ryder was holding his casted arm. "Damn it! My doctor is going to kill me!" Ryder complained as blood seeped out of a little hole in his caste. Ryder had apparently tackled King off his horse. King was standing and brushing himself off.

"If you hadn't already been shot I would shoot you right now," King said angrily.

Ryder stood up seething. "Hey, I saved your fucking life you ungrateful-"

King was glowering at him before he seemed to relax. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm just pissed at myself for not expecting that. Where the hell are the men?" King asked, Donte, his mount had cantered off long ago and King would have to- oh never mind, Donte trotted back over, reins still draped over his neck. King grabbed his reins. "God I thought retiring would rid me of him. I guess that was stupid to think that would happen," King said.

Ryder was clenching his teeth, "Ya sure. Can we stop exchanging sorrows and go see a doctor or at least a bottle of advil?"

Will laughed, "Sure man, but I thought you were a doctor?"

"I am, but I highly doubt I'm able to extract it with this caste on," Ryder said. "God, it could have shattered the bone," Ryder said.

Will walked Charm back to the arena to check on the girl. "Hey, you ok?" He asked, Charm swishing a tail lazily. The horse was literally bomb proof. Charm had been threw Texas rangers with Will.

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[hannahdrayton]

said i wouldn't call but i lost all control and i need you now
and i don't know how i can do without i just need you now

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I wandered outside the barn, baby Jack bundled up in my arms. I had run into Lena earlier, I had met her not long after I had been let out of hospital, she was younger than me by a few years, and had two kids of her own, but she had been nice enough to help out with my horses, before and after I was there to do it myself. I got along with her well, it was hard not to, and Jessie had been begging her to go for a ride, so I had offered to take Jack while they hit the trails. The eight month old seemed happy enough, from what I had seen, he wasn’t a very fussy baby, he was pretty quiet.

It was a nice day, pretty quiet, not too many people about right now. I was restless, and it seemed to catch the baby’s interest, wandering around, not to anywhere in particular, staring in wide blue eyed interest at everything we passed. I didn’t even really notice the black car pulling up, I had stopped and was talking softly to Jack when the next thing I heard was the sound of gunshots firing, not directly towards me, but they were close enough to be terrifying.

It didn’t last long, I sheltered Jack with my body, there wasn’t anywhere else to take cover right where I was, somewhere between the barn and the arenas. The car I hadn’t really paid much attention to sped off a moment later, and I had no doubt that was the source of it all. I was shaking, Jack seemed to be in shock for a few moments, before he started crying, obviously the noise had frightened him. “Hey sweetie, shh, calm down, it’s okay,” I tried to comfort him, rocking his tiny body in my arms, patting him gently on the back.

I glanced over at the arena, I had seen people in there while I was walking, but only then did I realise that King was one of the riders in there. I didn’t know whether to approach him or not right then, even though I wanted to see if he was alright. Jack let out another almighty wail, so I had no choice but to turn my attention back to him, I was in clear sight of the arena, and there was no way anyone wouldn’t be able to hear Jack’s crying. And maybe it would be better to leave the decision as to whether he wanted to speak to me or not up to him.

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Words 429
Outfit coming
Muse Sexy Chick - David Guetta ft Akon...not what I normally listen to but itunes reckons I want to xD
Notes Wasn't really sure how to bring Mary in at that exact point...I see King inwardly having a heart attack when he does realise she's there, however xD

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[baileyann]

Baylee narrowed her eyes at the man who spoke to her. Was he joking? Did he seriously think he could blame this on her? After behaving so poorly? Baylee was seething. She wanted to scream, or yell, or both, but mostly at this man. Did he not see that it was his fault? Spooking was not something that you just counter act and move on from. Spooking isn’t a behavior problem. You don’t correct a spook. Spooking is a flight response out of fear. How do you expect someone to correct a flight response? His ignorance was showing, and Baylee was ready to call him on it.

“Excuse me?” Baylee asked, and her blue eyes darkened. “Don’t you dare talk about my riding as if you know who I am. I was not tense. You don’t correct a spook, you prating dumb ass. Where the fuck did you learn to ride? Counteracting with your rein and leg won’t keep my gelding from spooking at you and your buddies’ immature antics of fun. Spooking is a flight reaction, out of fear, not a behavior issue. Try cracking a book before you try to preach to me about something you clearly don't understand ." She glared at him angrily, her jaws clenched. Sure she was being harsh, but he started it by acting like an idiot in a working arena. He should know better.

Baylee tightened her reins, about to neck rein her gelding back on himself, and leave the arena in a furious exit. That was, until another man that she hadn’t seen strolled up. “Excuse the friend; he’s an ass hole...” He said. Baylee smiled at him. At least he had the decency to apologize. “No, excuse me. I reacted badly...” She said, honestly but her voice still held a tone of sarcasm. It was true. Sometimes she was unable to control what came out of her mouth. It was something her father had always told her. She had a short temper, and a mouth that was eager to put what was inside her head to words. It was a curse.

Baylee loosened her rein, eyeing the young man carefully. He was attractive, maybe the same age as she was. “Thank you, I need-” She was cut off by the noise. She had heard gun shots before, but these ones were louder. They were louder because they were close. Louie’s ears shot forward, his body flinching at the sound, he rebuffed quickly, throwing his head up and jumping backwards. When the man reached out and took her reins, steadying her horse, Baylee didn’t think twice about jumping off. She was on the ground, working of calming Louie back down before she knew it. And then the man was gone, up on his horse in a moment, and galloping out of the arena.

Louie saw the mare in front of him leave, and he lept forward, eager to follow. Baylee yanked at the rein, pulling his head backwards and into his stomach. She kept him flexed there, stroking his neck. She was alone in the out door arena with her horse that was scared out of his mind. She watched helplessly, staring in the direction the man galloped off to, towards the sound of gun shots. Well. Wasn’t that just great? First her horse spooks, then the man who spooked her horse throws an attitude (an attitude that Baylee could match) And now there was gun shots. And to make it all better, she was alone. So now what? She could get shot. Wasn’t that just lovely?

Baylee stood alone, unsure of what she was supposed to do in a time like this. Did she leave? Did she stay? She wasn’t sure. She simply stood in the middle of the arena, holding Louie as he slowly calmed back down.
Five minutes passed before she heard the sound of horses hooves, and then the man was in the arena with her, holding the reins of his own horse. His mare looked rather calm, as if she had been around this kind of thing her entire life. She briefly thought that his horse should teach a thing or two to Louie. “Um, I’m fine...” She said, but she was obviously shocked. “What the hell just happened?” She asked, her eyes softening from the angry glare they once had. She was confused and a little excited. Nothing ever happened in a town this small

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[williamsolmen]

Well, excuse me, but I think you've got my chair.
No, that one's not taken, I don't mind

If you sit here, I'll be glad to share.

Yeah, it's usually packed here on Friday nights.
Oh, if you don't mind, could I talk you out of a light.

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"OH YOU KNOW, SOMEONE JUST TRIED TO KILL KING, nothing major," Will said with a twinkle in his eyes. "I suggest you cut riding short today. Your guy will be a little shook up now and I expect that even if he wasn't, other horses would and that could cause some damage." Will nodded his head a little, motioning for her to follow him and Charmin back. "Good boy," he said, patting Charm's shoulders. "I know you're a lazy SOB but you tried hard," he said. Charm looked over his shoulder at Will as he walked over to King.

Where they started their conversation. Will hopped off his Gelding and grabbed a hold of Ryder's highstrung horse, who was prancing nervously all over the place. He threw the reins over Charm's head and clicked, he'd taught him that move when they'd been in the arizona and mexican desert when they were trying to bust a drug dealer who had annoying ass burros and a half wild mare that would easily show his position.

Charm picked up a canter and forced the other horse to follow, who actually didn't mind, seemed almost willing to go. Charm would probably either go back in the barn or back to his pasture, either of the two. "Let me see," Will said, grabbing the man's arm. He pulled out a Bowie knife and started to cut it open.

"If you cut me-" Ryder started to say.

"Then you'll cry like a baby, I know," Will said smirking. He got the cast cut more than half way before he grabbed it and pulled it apart. Ryder sent out a string of curse words. "Here you go," Will said, handing him a bandanna and the bowie knife. Ryder stuck the bandanna in his mouth before he started to dig the bullet out, his teeth clenching hard on the bandanna. "King get in the barn, I'm gonna call Ryker and get a 'copter on that van. Ryder, when you're done, make sure you call the squad and ask them where their position is." Will went to hand King his glock but King shook his head.

He produced two glocks of his own. "I got that covered."

Will raised a brow but that was all. He turned to the girl. "I'm Sheriff Solmen, just call me Will. We should get your horse untacked and back in his paddock. He should be safe there."

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King walked into the barn, freezing when he saw Mari standing there holding the wailing child. His eyes looked from Mari's face down to the red faced baby. He walked over quietly amd he placed a hand on the small of her back before he leaned over her shoulder to look at the small, fragile creature. At the sight of a new comer the baby silenced, curious, in awe. King moved his hand up, letting the baby gently touch his fingers, he kicked at the palm of his hand slightly.

"Baby sitting?" he guessed quietly, his lips by her ear, tickling at a few strands of her hair. He felt a little calmer. "You should probably leave, but not without some protection," King said. His mind going back to the powerful weapons at his hips, all three of them.

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LOL I love my Weapon Pun for King ^^ LOL a dick can be a powerful weapon against the male mind... and occasionally the seduceable female mind. ^^

[hannahdrayton]

said i wouldn't call but i lost all control and i need you now
and i don't know how i can do without i just need you now

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I heard King’s footsteps approaching before he reached me. I hadn’t seen him at first, when he had first walked in and frozen on the spot when he saw me standing there, too focused on trying to get Jack to settle down. I didn’t even flinch when he placed his hand on my back, knowing full well that he was the only person who would come up to me and do that without so much as a second thought, turning my head slightly to watch him as he interacted with Jack, and after he had asked if I was babysitting. “Yeah, I am. His mother shouldn’t be long,” I answered.

Looking at Jack now, I had to wonder if I had ever decided if I had wanted children or not before my accident. I knew I did now, at least, but I knew that what I wanted might not be a reality. Or it might. Who knew these days, I certainly didn’t...the past week or so had been a confusing one, and I still wasn’t sure how it was all going to turn out. I turned my whole body to look at him with his next words, a worried expression crossing my face. “Protection? From what exactly, King?” I asked, half not expecting him to give me a straight answer.

Letting out a sigh, I shook my head. “I can’t leave until Lena gets back anyway, it’s not like I can just take Jack with me,” I said after a moment. I didn’t think I should mention what had happened to her, I could only imagine how she would react if I did. Probably better to let her think it had been fine the whole time she was gone, well, I was fairly sure that was what I would want to be told about something like this.

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Outfit coming
Muse Mine - Taylor Swift
Notes Well, that was craptastic. Sorry it took so long, my net fails epically.

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