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Hero of Democracy
Join Date: Mar 2012
Location: far from the ocean
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Peter wakes up in an empty field. Its miserably cold, and he's naked, except for the comfort of fine dog fur on one side. No, its not a field... its a lawn. His own front lawn, at home. Or so it seems to be. His ribs ache with pain, his wrappings gone. His fingers are fridgid. Its late at night, with an overcast sky.
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