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Post by Mirage on Aug 10, 2009 22:33:31 GMT -5
Mirage waits until he can't hear the sounds of a bike racing madly away from his room.
He then gets up, shuts the door, and then goes back to stretch out once again upon his berth, one arm under his head.
Mirage then spends the next several minutes laughing loudly and long, as he has not laughed since becoming part of this Primus-forsaken group.
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