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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2013 14:48:28 GMT -5
Scarecrow glanced around the old plantation. It was a place he knew all too well. After all, he spent a few years here working the land in older times, but if he stayed any longer he would've been found out. His thin limbs and skinny body really were what helped to give himself away that he wasn't human. His yellow eyes were another thing that gave him away.
Grabbing hold of his hat, he pulled down on his hat and he sat there on the roof. Where was she? Where was Talzia? He hadn't seen her in centuries and to be honest, he wanted to find out why she had done what she did to him. True, he was happy to have what he now did. But....it would be nice to get to know the person who gave all this to him.
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