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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Sept 23, 2018 16:17:22 GMT -5
it was official, Three Left was lost. well, not lost. he just didn't know how to get back.
"áit an ifreann Táim i." he muttered. even though he knew exactly where he was.
mr Conlon's hang out. it wasn't that he was afraid of the older boy, as he had no fear.
he just didn't want to stir up any trouble. so he just minded his own bussines, and hoped no one would notice him.
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