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Posted by Katrina on Oct 5, 2008 21:03:11 GMT -6
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Nov 16, 2013 12:00:06 GMT -6
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Fausto ran toward her, shouting about an ace up his sleeve.
“You shall never overcome my mighty shield,” Katrina taunted back, holding up the shield as irrefutable proof of her claim.
Somehow or another, the shield failed. Obviously the spell of impenetrability had worn thin, because there she stood covered in egg from head to toe while the shield remained gleaming white and spotlessly clean.
At least Fausto was also drenched. He took one look at her and started laughing. Katrina couldn't help but join in. He looked ridiculous with clear slime dripping from the end of his nose and a yolk balanced impossibly on top of his head for just a moment before sliding down his back. She laughed so hard her sides hurt and she had to sit down on the floor.
>>>“We have to cook more frequently, right? This is so funny”
Katrina nodded, still laughing, “Definitely.”
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