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[on this fine afternoon, slightly to the left of The Middle of Camp, one may find a young monk surrounded by brand new sheets of paper and then a few crumpled up ones. he finishes folding a paper airplane and throws it...
only to have it land right into the lake.]
Waaah~ I thought I'd gotten it right this time.
((HEADS UP, still replying but sloooowing down considerably o/))
only to have it land right into the lake.]
Waaah~ I thought I'd gotten it right this time.
((HEADS UP, still replying but sloooowing down considerably o/))