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There's a peace that comes from working out. A way to turn your brain off by pushing your muscles farther than they want to go. Count out reps in your head lets the whole world narrow down to the burn in his shoulders, the bar under his palms, the sweat slick on his bare back ( Read more... ) -
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The walk to Compound seemed much farther when your legs are suddenly quite small and you're barefoot to boot. Karen had offered her trainers, but he had declined. Nothing was going to get him in a pair of pink sneakers that velcro-ed, and that included being unexpectedly six ( Read more... ) -
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Over the past few months, Karen had got him to do a whole bunch of strange things. Baby-sitting a pygmy horse, for instance, wasn't anything Shadow saw himself doing in life. Same thing about helping do math sums for homework and getting used to tiny cold feet pressing against him when she curled up to him at night ( Read more... ) -
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In the end, he came here. Of course he did ( Read more... ) -
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Your name: Catie
Your personal LJ: orlanstamos.livejournal.com (sadly not updated in a very long while)
Who do you currently play at Tabula Rasa?: Calvin O'Keefe and Peter Pan
Please list the dates of your participation requirement threads or posts for each pup for the previous calendar month: Three of Calvin's threads: July 26 with ( Read more... )