I nod. I can't help thinking: Please choose me. . . PLEASE! But I clamp my mouth shut and wipe away a tear.
OOC: I g2g. . .DONT DO ANYTHING WHILE IM GONE!
OOC: I g2g. . .DONT DO ANYTHING WHILE IM GONE!
Jennie wrote:I walk here. I trip over a rock and fall out of the boundry, hitting my head on another rock. I die.
OOC: Erm...what?Peter Pan wrote:OOC: No . . "I left camp." Stuff?
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