Board Thread:Private Roleplaying/@comment-26062370-20160125011856/@comment-26062370-20160203043012

"Oh! I'm sorry.." Shakespeare looks down, rubbing his hands, for he had burnt the tips with the hot glue gun when attempting to assemble the lamp. He hid them in his lap, and looked towards Rose.

"Oh, I suppose, then.." Shakespeare rose.

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"So are mine!" Saul made his scarf flutter. Again.