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Post by Race on Jan 30, 2012 20:03:30 GMT -5
((Because I want it, and everyone has that little brother figure they want to punt across a room then love 'em anyways.))
Race was seated at the base of the statue, sorting through a game of solitaire out of boredom. He'd gotten done at Sheepshead early, and apparently everyone else was still selling, so he'd sat down, fished his playing cards out of his pocket, and started a game, "Nah, can't but dat there.." he rubbed his head through his cap, a cigar gripped in his teeth as he examined the cards before him and the one in his hand, not seeing Snipes approach.
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