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 Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 2:21 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 10:41 pm
Libros walked into the fields alone, just the way he liked it, his hat jingled with every step he took, on his face he wore a very content smile.
Looking at the 6 targets, each forty feet away, he placed his hand up his sleeve. Then puling his two hands apart six cards were released quicker than most people's eyes could see, each hitting their mark within the red bull's eye.
He was itching to talk to people, it was long past due since he had spoken to any....besides himself....He walked up to the targets and drew his cards form them, placing them back up his sleeve. He waited to see if anybody would stop in here.
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