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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Jul 24, 2007 22:13:56 GMT
"Oh, hell..." Cas smacked his forehead, cursing himself for his stupidity. How could he have forgotten his hammer? It was his favorite possesion, after all...maybe he must be going senile or something. It was still in the room he and Gretal and Zeque had been in, cold and alone near the doorway. His chest stung with sadness, as if he'd lost a beloved child instead of a murder weapon. "You're right...I better go get it before one of those nasty humans touch it."
Following Zeque's example, Cas turned tail and dashed back in the direction he had come.
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Post by wowposter on Oct 4, 2008 5:47:46 GMT
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Post by wowposter on Nov 2, 2008 7:00:23 GMT
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