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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gideon" data-source="post: 2178918" data-attributes="member: 2813">Boy’s Locker Room:”People accuse you of cheating just because you hide in a different country…the nerve.  Let me finish up and then we’ll play your game.  Lets go teams.  You take…whomever is on your left (Kevin) and I’ll take the other one(Mason).“Oh boy a race.  Does a story about a turtle and hare come to mind for anybody else?”  Mason says while maintaining his easy lean against Kevin.A short minute or two later Steve is out and dry and dressed with a big smile on his face.”Alright, ready?....go!Karma:“You.”  Is muttered from one of the group of three guys smoking.A whole bunch of stares greet you from the various groups lying around.  It seems the b-ball game just ended with skins winning.  Grapping a shirt a really good looking man comes trotting up 2 of his buddies in tow.  “Hey ladies, what can we help you with.”  His smile is full of charm and boyish mischief.Lucy hears Sandra whisper under her breath “Taking off your pants would be a good start.”  But the only audible thing is her giggle.Phoenix:Boy’s Locker Room-15 minutes “Yeah, most of you guys aren’t, I’d guess.  Not my game.”  The man gives a shrug.“You can’t make no sweet sweet lovin without a fire extinguisher or mutant fire absorber or something…sucks.”  Shaking his head with a sad mournful face he goes on  “Oh, I’m Sgt. Eduardo Brano, codename Ed.  I’m a Wildcat you’re a Guardian.  Did you guys pick that name?  You need something more ferocious, like the Tax collectors or something.”Longhorn:Jumping back into the world again, Lindsey gives a big start Um…hey, I’ll get out of the suit alright.  You can feel fear, and strength, and love like they were bricks that just dropped 10 feet onto your head.  And then the mason stops throwing bricks and you suddenly feel a hole, size enough for a tractor to pull through.  LINDA, LINDA ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!You feel a hot wet tear rolling down your face and hear the thump of the droplet into your jeans.  Looking down at the puddle your tears have made in your jeans you catch the face of your watch, it’s 1539, you have a minute until your meeting.Tornado:The loud base thumping continues to pound.  There is no response from behind the door as some ancient voice calls out “Wild night is callin...”You feel the soft hand of your wife on your shoulder as she comes up to help.  Parenting for the Harold’s has always been a joint adventure.</blockquote>

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