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OOM of sorts. The Garage. Dinner time.
Jul. 19th, 2014 08:37 am{from here}
He glances up and pockets his phone again, walking over to the bench. Letting a hand drop on Jay's shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.
Letting his fangs drop.
He glances up and pockets his phone again, walking over to the bench. Letting a hand drop on Jay's shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.
Letting his fangs drop.
