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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 7:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 9:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 9:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 11:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 12:32 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 12:34 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 12:41 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 12:57 am
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okay!
so their once was a girl, who lived in a small village in mexico. It was a purely native village, where the locals spoke only yaqui. A great warrior; Cajeme, had settle near their village, and slowly over the years the locals had accepted him as one of them, bringing him offerings. He was always very reclusive, and never spoke more than was need, utter thank-you's and hello's but nothing more. One day the girl, decided she would go on a walk, and so she did. She climbed some hills. Cut through bushes. Bothered animals. Threw rocks into the lake. She did this and that until she found her self at a small creek, one she'd never seen before. There she saw two men, fighting. And...
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 8:44 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 12:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 12:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 2:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 2:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 3:29 pm
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