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Critical Fail: The Mimic
Sara was furious, she clenched the raggedy bit of parchment in her petite tan hands, nearly ripping it apart with her barely suppressed rage. “They’re SEALING the dungeon!?” The sheer ferocity of her voice seemed to be at odds with her miniscule frame. She shook with fury and ground her teeth, the stamping of her…
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The M7 Trauma Harness
Ashley was what you might call ‘an ordinary woman’ she was an ordinary height at 5ft 6inches. She had an ordinary sporty physique for a 20 year old gym bunny: A slender frame but ample at the hips and breast. Her face was ordinarily attractive: kind, freckley with green eyes, pink lips, a button nose…
