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Post by ilalang154 on Oct 18, 2013 3:39:35 GMT -8
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Post by Kalphin on Oct 20, 2013 18:23:48 GMT -8
"Hmm, yes," Kalphin says, giving his mustache a twirl, "these kitchens are quite exquisite. But do you have any that come in red?"
Ever since he was a wee lad, the youth had wanted a red kitchen in the highest quality. If this vendor had one, his life's goal would be fulfilled. But how would he get it from London to his home in the states? Come to think of it, why was he even in London? Suddenly panicked, Kalphin realized he had no idea how he had gotten to London, and couldn't recall anything from the last few days.
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