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Aug 13, 2002 19:52

'He wouldn't have stood a chance,' joked Oliver, looking happier than he did a while ago. 'He's got a sword and a pony, I've got a wand and a broomstick, you're as good as mine.'

Zeft, you've converted me.

*melts*

make love not war, fanfiction

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