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The Canadian sat outside in the frigid night. He ran a hand through Kumajiros surprisingly soft fur. For a wild animal... And a large polar bear none the less... He wasnt so bad. It was the only person Matthieu had left to talk to. His brother? Who knows... And his parents were in the midst of a huge fight, and he couldnt help even if he tried. Papa Francois absolutely detested him and Oliver... Oliver was a mess. He decided to stay our of it for his own sake. With a sigh he uncorked a bottle of whisky that was stored in his coat pocket and chugged it. When he finished, he threw the glass, shattering it in the yard, and lit up. ~Matthieu and the Spirit of the Maple~
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 07:33:23 +0000

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