Pollution pulled up behind Famine and didn't say anything. He gave Pest a smile, instead and waited. Even the small distance between them and the manor made it easier for him to breath. It was as though he had, had something heavy on his chest and had not noticed it until it was gone. He liked that feeling. A large puddle of oil spilled onto the ground and rolled down hill into a drain.
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Date: 2006-07-26 12:18 am (UTC)