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The snow crunched under his booted foot. He reluctantly raised his head again, squinting his eyes against the biting wind. Better to have my eyes cut apart, he reminded himself, than miss shelter. He took another step, a titanic effort on its own. His foot sank into the white mess, followed by his leg up to the knee. It was his eighth thousand two hundred and thirty seventh step since the blizzard began. The count was not at all accurate. He had counted to make sure his mind was busy thinking of anything but the possibility of death. The wind seemed to double in strength, and Jerrick hugged his cloak t
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I love anime but i love Comics more.
Those of us that still love American Comics die a little inside when we see a Fan-Girl squealing over a 13 year old boy suffering from malnutrition for some unexplained reason called a bishie.
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I love anime but i love Comics more.
Those of us that still love American Comics die a little inside when we see a Fan-Girl squealing over a 13 year old boy suffering from malnutrition for some unexplained reason called a bishie.
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