MrE
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Post by MrE on Mar 16, 2013 19:43:55 GMT -5
Vittorio looks around himself, somehow he has gotten himself turned around. One moment he was entering the city, the next he is at the flea market. He bites his lip thoughtlessly as he moves on. Even at night this place is still crowded, he wonders how many are kindred and the thought makes him grin.
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