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 Wait. No. I haven't met you yet... (Wait, didn't we all get superglued together just last week by erm... who was it...)

*is back in all her posting glory*

I will now refrain from doing the happy dance lest I get mistaken for the true idiot I am.

defenations
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defenations
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defenation

GASP!! SPAG TIME!!

definition / de - fi - ni - tion -- n. the meaning of a word, the act of defining

Must... resist... pushing... submit...

DING DING DING DING

Incorrect: Not a year, more like 5 months that you've known her, Ad.

And you're already engaged? **thinks this must be another stupid prank on unofficial school-wide prank day**

 

And yes, we're engaged. November 2007. Be there... free cake.

Real life? Aw. I wish I could, but I can't. I'm thirteen and I have very strict parents. (Say, can you send me some of the cake, please?)

Edit: I'll be seventeen then, but still no freedom. Send cake.

 I have no account as of yet, so that stinks for me. **plots**  :P  

 The term "biding one's time" is usually synonomous with the will return for revenge when stronger mindset, or so the movies make us believe.

Heheheheh.  Our idea is not unique.  We, it appears, have visitors.  *waves to any of the undeclared people, if they're in the forums*
http://sword-of-redwall.xepher.net/forums/...topic.php?t=460

Me!! (but that's not why I'm here)

 **sob**

Such a difficult decision, but no way I'm nulling...

I'll check eventually.

I forgot and had to check...  :P  

Ooooh...

//removed//sparkey o-s links//

Eat Sparkey Os!

Erm... I thought advertising was more of useful websites and stuff... (Shows how much I know!)

Well, since Ad and Calria are "boyfriend and girlfriend" it would make sense.

In real life, too?

 I'm new. I've never played. I'm waiting for the next era. Then... **cackles** (secret RWL domination plan from another site, can't tell any more)

 9. It's a bit small on the top and sides, though, but still too long. Also, I understand finding something in narrow sizes, wide for me is difficult enough.

 I see this message... and think... I think... why... then... I know... to spite... to send... a message... to Loren... It says... or so I think... it says... of...never mind...

(If you're reading it properly with the ellipises, it's actually sort of a poem...)

Never mind. My train of thought wrecked. Also, no offense to anyone. I just think this is a statement of sorts...