04-05-2023, 03:18 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]WE'LL PAINT IT RED TO FIT RIGHT IN — [abbr=tags]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
The emperor tamarin had a horse and cart he took care of. A hand on his hat as he led the stallion of grey to their home. His wares, work table, viles, and the like all tucked into the cart. The male stopped at the boat he had gotten for him. The stallion seemed unsure, but finally pulled his cart onto the boat. Then, Bartholomew hopped upon the boat and off they went.
It took some time but the boat hit shore and he stayed upon it once he was sure it was tied. It was best to wait for them to come so he would not be in trouble for trespassing. So, on the boat he stood. Petting the side of his stallion as he did so.
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It took some time but the boat hit shore and he stayed upon it once he was sure it was tied. It was best to wait for them to come so he would not be in trouble for trespassing. So, on the boat he stood. Petting the side of his stallion as he did so.
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I'M BREATHING IN THE CHEMICALS
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