altiloquent words (Yuugiri)
Oct 6, 2012 20:51:02 GMT -5
Post by Ryuu Shirai on Oct 6, 2012 20:51:02 GMT -5
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[style=width: 416px; background-color: #b1b198; margin-top: -3px; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px;] words:: 362 ♠ tagged:: Yuugiri ♠ notes :: LOOK. I FINALLY MADE THIS THREAD [/style][style=font-family: courier new; letter-spacing: 4px; font-size: 10; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;] template by synchronicity[/style]
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