>>36040499
>“I’m just worried someone might hurt themselves.”

>>36040499
>“This seems like a colossal waste of time.”
Yus, Rose time!

Time to suffer.

>>36040499
>> “I’m just mad I’m not participating.”

>>36040499
> “I’m just mad I’m not participating.”

>>36040499
>“What’s with that face, Rosemary, not excited?”
Now why you gotta hit me with these negative waves so early in the morning?

>>36040499
>> “I’m just worried someone might hurt themselves.”
Someone is going to break something and regret it.

> “I’m just mad I’m not participating.”

You roll your eyes. “I am just mad that I’m not participating, Captain.”

“Aw, if you wanted to give it a go, you should’ve said something,” she says. She puffs a small cloud of smoke from her lips as she continues to smoke from her pipe. “Tell you what, next round we’ll get you a good boy and throw you in there.” Oh joy. The two Witches start lining up thanks to a line of rope drawn in the ground. On flat ground in the shadow of the hill that has been the lynchpin of this defense, they all get ready.

Jeb stands on a crate, being the medieval herald. “Ladies and gentlemen! From the four corners of the Earth, we have four willing and brave champions!” She points to Bohater. “From the far lands of Polania and the land of Liberty, is Corporal Scott Perkins and our little Polanian girl, Bohater!” Everyone gives a round of applause and whoops for the two as the artillerist raises his lance in triumph. “And in the other corner, from the vast reaches of the Ostmark and the again, the glorious land of freedom and hot dogs, we got Burnie and Private Anselm Kleiner!” More applause goes for the much more bombastic Burnie, who thumps her chest as the AA gunner simply waves and smiles at the crowd.

Jeb pulls out a pistol. “On your marks, get set…” They get ready to burst forth and ride at each other. She aims at the sky. “Bang!”

The witches ride forward, their riders leaning back in surprise as they aim their lances. Soldiers cheer and jeer and everything in between as they close in.

[1/2]

>>36040912
[2/2]

Then contact is made. Both of their lances explode on contact with the trash cans and the shields projected up. But Kleiner is the one to fall over and onto the ground. The Liberion soldiers throw their helmets and arms up in victory. “Whooo! Liberion, bitches! Get some!”

Doc and a few medics quickly run over to Kleiner, checking to make sure he is okay. He is, thankfully, just slightly scuffed and dented.

Captain Kelly smiles, patting your shoulder. “Right, you’re up.”

> “No thanks.”
> Go find a rider.
> Write in

>>36040934
>> Go find a rider.
Well if we're going to play we might as well

>>36040934
>Go find a rider.
as much as I want to chicken out, Rose isn't chickening out.

>>36040934
>> Go find a rider.
JOHANNES!

What's with the granny panties?

>>36040934
>Go find a rider.
Have one of the other Witches dismount, and have her ride.

>>36041135
Her conservative Ostmark upbringing I wager.

>>36041135
Rosemary is a good girl.

> Go find a rider.

You sigh. You might as well just to be included. You don’t remember getting to joust at all back at the Academy but you suppose there is a first time for everything.

Your mechanic Steiner helps you up into your Strikers. “Thank you, Steiner.”

“No problem,” he says. “You just show those Liberions the business, eh, cutie?” You and him chuckle a little. The old mechanic’s sense of humor has kept you going through some of the darker days of the campaign. You start rolling forth, in search of a rider.

Jeb stands in front of Bohater. “How do you feel, kid?” The artillerist steps off of Bohater, then quickly goes to rejoin his crew. Bohater simply shrugs, not really caring. “I’ll take that as an okay.” Jeb looks over at you, then smiles. “Oh, Rosie, you’re going to joust too?” You nod. “Great, great! Let’s see…”

“Do we have any willing riders?” you ask.

Jeb shrugs. “Nobody drunk enough, really. I suppose I could be your rider.”

> Bohater, how about you?
> Alright, Jeb, but you better not squeeze me with your legs.
> Write in

>>36041431
>> Alright, Jeb, but you better not squeeze me with your legs.
Let's go

>>36041431
>> Bohater, how about you?

>>36041431
>Bohater, how about you?
She's lighter.

>>36041431
> Bohater, how about you?

>>36041431
>Alright, Jeb, but you better not squeeze me with your legs.

>Both
BEHOLD THE TERRIBLE VISAGE OF THE WITCH TOWER, MERE MORTALS, AND DESPAIR!

>>36041135
the pic is from another quest that was based around WW1

>>36041812
It was used to represent Rosemary in Schteel's Mecha Musume quest, so it makes sense to use it for this Rosemary who's pretty much the same person.

> Bohater, how about you?

You nod to Bohater. “How about you, Bohater?” She looks at you, confused. “Come on, I could use someone like you, you’re competent.” She rolls her eyes, then steps out of her Strikers. She quickly climbs up onto your shoulders then grabs a lance and a shield, ready to rock.

“Aww…” Jeb pouts. “I wanted to go.”

“Well, maybe next time, Jeb.” You ride off, leaving the Liberion girl in the dust.

You roll up to the start line, feeling Bohater’s lovely thighs clench around your head. Okay, that kind of hurts. “Ease off a bit, Bohater.” She does not ease up a bit at all. Of course. She wears an expression of pure anger and determination, ready to hit whoever is on the other side.

“Here we go!” Burnie lifts Johannes Bucholz onto her shoulders. “Ugh… okay… heavy.” Burnie wheezes a bit underneath the giant Karlslander’s weight. Hmph, witch strength.

Johannes says, “I’ll go easy on you!” He laughs a bit as he puts on his helmet, then brings down the lance.

Right, how to win this…

> “Aim for the head!”
> “Aim for the chest!”
> “Aim for the shield!”
> Write in

>>36041864
why did you quote me I know that

>>36041901
>> “Aim for the chest!”

>>36041901
>“Aim for the chest!”
The both of them should know a thing or two about jousting, or otherwise fighting cavalry.

>>36041901
>> “Aim for the chest!”

>>36041901
> “Aim for the head!”

> “Aim for the chest!”

You yell, “Aim for the chest, Bohater!” She nods, bringing her lance down as well. Here we go! This is for glory! Oh, no, now you’re getting into it. They’ve got you now! Oh, you’ll never hear the end of this.

Jeb raises her pistol. “Ready!?” You both nod. “Bang!”

You and Burnie burst forth. You seriously hope Bohater’s aim is as true as it is on her Firefly. You close in closer and closer until finally your lances connect.

Thankfully there’s a shield to help protect Bohater, or that Lance to her breasts would’ve REALLY hurt. There’s also such a thing for Johannes as well, unfortunately Bohater’s aim wasn’t as true as you thought it’d be and it ended up hitting him square on in the crotch region.

The both of them get blasted off their mounts, leaving you and Burnie riderless and the match at a tie.

“Ugh…” Bucholz holds his hands over his crotch, groaning in pain. “That was something…” he quietly says. Bohater lies back, dazed and confused.

> Care for Bohater
> Tend to Bucholz
> Write in

>>36042317
>> Tend to Bucholz
Oh geez

>>36042317
>> Care for Bohater

>>36042317
> Care for Bohater
Because we can't really, uh, help Bucholz.

>>36042317
>Care for Bohater

>>36042317
>Care for Bohater
RIP the Bucholz' line.

>>36042456
Adoption is good enough!

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>>36042456

Oh no, Bucholz's Bucholz!

> Care for Bohater

You pick up Bohater like a bride-to-be. “Come on, Bohater.” She les there in your arms, still dazed. “You did good.” Doc and the medics quickly drag Johannes off the field. Looks like you’ve at least got yourself a notch on the Jousting belt.

-

-

Bohater rests her head on your lap, sleeping as the squadron lies in a large fighting position for all of you. Jeb pours you all coffee, nice hot coffee. The Captain herself sits, still smoking on her tobacco pipe. With the Jousting tournament over, things have more or less returned to normal. You can see 75mm Pack Howitzers be towed by their crews up to the front, MG-131 mounts be cleaned and reloaded by Fallschirmjaeger, and Panzerfausts be demonstrated to the Liberion paratroopers fighting alongside the Fallschirmjaeger as well.

Things are quite boring now, actually.

Burnie smokes on a cigarette, sighing. “This sucks.”

Doc rests her head on Jeb’s shoulder. “No, really?” she says.

“This is a consequence of war, sometimes we just have to wait for the enemy to come to us, girls,” says the Captain. “At least we are not on the march.”

“Yeah, but at least we’re doing something on the march,” says Burnie. “Can’t believe that Colonel Hessler broke up the Jousting ring.”

“Admittedly, it was pretty stupid,” says Doc. “Someone could’ve gotten hurt.”

“Was still fun,” says Burnie. She crosses her arms, huffing. “I’m angry, angry about Karlslanders!” She looks at you and Doc. “Not you two. But I’m ready to just bust a gasket and start myself a forest fire if things don’t go my way for once!”

> “Relax, Burnie.”
> “Maybe we could play a game while we’re here?”
> “Maybe we could help some of the soldiers out with their things.”
> Write in

>>36042317
>> Care for Bohater

>>36042837
>> “Relax, Burnie.”
>> “Maybe we could play a game while we’re here?”

>>36042837
>> “Maybe we could play a game while we’re here?”

>>36042837
>“Relax, Burnie.”
Military life, after all, is 90% boredom.

>>36042837
> “Maybe we could play a game while we’re here?”

>>36042837
>“Maybe we could play a game while we’re here?”
A rousing game of chess maybe.

> “Maybe we could play a game while we’re here?”

You snap your fingers. “Maybe we could play a game!” you say. Everyone looks at you, and immediately you regret saying that. Ah jeez. “Um, you know, like a board game or something.”

The Captain smiles. “It just so happens I carry around a chessboard with me.” She holds up a box containing the set required for a game of chess. You don’t question why she carries that around, but you suppose it’s better than nothing. You start setting up the pieces and take on the white side of the board. “Right, who wants to play first?”

Burnie rolls in. “Eh, let’s see if this chess game is as good as they say.” She starts filing through the manual. “Lesseeee… yadda yadda, things go here, things go there.” She tosses the manual at Doc, who catches it quickly. “I’m ready, let’s go!”

You decide to let Burnie have the first move. The first pawns move in the first two turns.

Wait, you’ve played enough chess. You could end this with Fool’s Mate.

… But then again…

> End it
> Nah, let Burnie try
> Write in

>>36043198
>> Nah, let Burnie try
We are] bored, might as well make this game last.

>>36043198
>Nah, let Burnie try

>>36043198
> Nah, let Burnie try

>>36043198
>Nah, let Burnie try
>inb4 Burnie is a crazy chess savant.

>>36043198
>> Nah, let Burnie try

>>36043326
>>inb4 Burnie is a crazy chess savant.
if he wins we should probably show him where we went wrong in the early game, as a friendly tip, and to undercut his victory

>>36043524
> Burnie
> he

>>36043573
>he
whoops, typo

> Nah, let Burnie try


-

-

It’s a long road ahead through this match. The others have long since fallen asleep or lost interest considering that chess isn’t particularly an interesting or visually exciting game. But you understand their response. Burnie herself is actually quite the calculating commander for someone who has never played chess before,but you suspect this is because she is thinking on a tactical level. Perhaps on a level that you don’t comprehend at all.

Burnie whistles a bit, leaning back. “I have no fucking clue what I’m doing.” She places her knight forward.

… Ah damn it, she’s checkmated you. “You win,” you say. She blinks in surprise. “That’s checkmate.

Burnie throws her arms in the air. “WHOOO!” Everyone wakes up, surprised and alarmed. “Yeah, get some!” She slaps the chess board away, scattering the pieces. “Haha! I am the man! The man with the plan!” She stands up then turns round. “Hey, Rosie the Riveter!” She bends over, then pulls her trousers down. “Kiss my ass!”

> “Yeah, no.”
> “No need to be a sore winner.”
> “You got lucky.”
> Write in

>>36043730
>> “You got lucky.”
"I had you at the beginning, but I let it slide because a short game is boring"

>>36043730
>“No need to be a sore winner.”

>>36043730
>> Write in
>smack Burnie's ass

>>36043730
>“You got lucky.”

>>36043730
>no okay option
Awwww
> “You got lucky.”

>>36043995
I'll second this

> “You got lucky.”
> Write in

You slap Burnie’s buttcheek, hard. She yelps in surprise, jumping up and tripping over herself, landing face first into the snow. The rest of the squadron laughs, and even Bohater smiles at Burnie’s expense. “You got lucky, Burnie.”

She turns over, pulling up her trousers grumpily. “Yeah, yeah, next time I ain’t gonna let that go by without a fight, Rosie.” She sits down, sighing. “Well, that little piece of entertainment is done. What now?”

Doc rubs her eyes, yawning. “I dunno.” She blinks. “Oh yeah, Rosie.” You look over at Doc, who adjusts her glasses a bit. “You sent that letter to the Rookie a few days back, how’d that work out, did she write back yet?”

You shake your head. “Nope. Waiting on the response.”

“Pffft.” Jeb grumbles, crossing her arms. “Air Witches get all the fun, and we Tank Witches have to slog it out here. I bet there ain’t no parade for us groundrolling types back home.” She snaps her finger. “And just like that, your Rookie pal could be fucking all kinds of guys and gals. She probably don’t even remember you.”

The Captain huffs. “Tut, tut, Jeb. We’re not here to break friendships, only Neuroi cores.” Jeb rolls her eyes. “We’re not in it for the glory, we’re here because of the people. I’m sure the 509th JFW is doing fine.”

> “I am jealous though.”
> “I like being here.”
> “I suppose things could be better.”
> Write in

>>36044329
>> “I like being here.”

>>36044329
>> “I suppose things could be better.”
At least we're with friends

>>36044329
>“I like being here.”
I WISH IT WOULD SUCK MORE.

>>36044329
>“I like being here.”
Just for the irony of the inevitable jealousy that Rookie's response will generate.

>>36044329
> “I like being here.”
Yaaay

> “I like being here.”

You cross your arms. “Well I like being here. You all are probably some of the finest Tank Witches I’ve had the pleasure of fighting alongside.” They smile at you, happily. “It’s nice here. I’d hate to go back to the Academy now.”

The Captain pulls out your slip of paper. Oh jeez. “Ah, just kidding,” she says, tucking it into her breast pocket. “Really, it is nice having you here, Rosie. You always provide a fresh perspective things.” She points her smoking pipe at you, smirking. “I’ll tell you something, that’s something to value, fresh perspective.”

You nod. “Of course, Captain.”

“Well I think it stinks here,” says Jeb. “At least in the Fuso Sea we usually had something to do like taking malaria shots or hunting bugs. Here we have to wait until the winter dies down.” She sighs and pets Doc’s head as it rests on her lap. “I’m actually hating the fact that Roy ain’t doing anything.”

“The attack has petered out,” says the Captain. “All that’s left is to make sure it doesn’t regain its momentum, and that means holding until further notice.”

Burnie stands up. “I know!” She snaps her finger. “You guys remember that Bf-110 squadron that touched down yesterday, right?” You all nod. “Well, they got themselves an Air Witch in their quarters. How about we go on a trouser raid?”

The Captain shrugs. “Sounds fun.”

> “Yeah, no.”
> “It couldn’t hurt.”
> Write in

>>36045088
> “It couldn’t hurt.”
Couldn't it?

>>36045088
> “Yeah, no.”

>>36045088
>> “It couldn’t hurt.”

>>36045088
>“Yeah, no.”
The bond of trouser theft is sacred, we steal them only from Rookie.

>>36045088
> “It couldn’t hurt.”

> “It couldn’t hurt.”

You cross your arms. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt. What’s the plan, Burnie?”

She motions you to huddle up. Jeb, Doc, Burnie, Rosie, Bohater, and Skip, altogether for the express purpose of grand theft trousers. “Alright, here’s the plan…”

-

-

You poke your heads above a snowdrift, looking towards a pre-fabricated building on the side of a makeshift runway. Sure enough, there are Bf-110s parked down, with the pilots all come together by the fire, playing a game of cards and dice with each other. No witch in sight though. “Alright,” says Burnie. “The witch is probably taking a nap or taking a dump or taking a shower, either way, this is our window of opportunity. Skip, you and Bohater will run interference on the left. Doc and Jeb will man the escape vehicle, while me and Rosie will take on the heist quietly. Understand?”

You nod. “Just one question.” You point to the fuel tanks on her back. “Why do you have your flamethrower?’

She pouts at you, hugging the hose like a teddy bear. “I couldn’t leave him out of this.”

The Captain says, “Rosie does have a point, dear. Maybe you should leave him behind.”

> “Nah, it’s fine, it shouldn’t be too difficult.”
> “Yeah, drop it like it’s hot.”
> Write in

>>36045596
>> “Yeah, drop it like it’s hot.”
Let's not burn down our only air support.

>>36045596
> “Nah, it’s fine, it shouldn’t be too difficult.”
It's fiiiiine.

>>36045596
>“Yeah, drop it like it’s hot.”
No fire

>>36045596
> “Yeah, drop it like it’s hot.”

> “Yeah, drop it like it’s hot.”

“Yeah, drop it, Burnie.” She groans, undoing the straps on the flamethrower. You observe the building quietly. Only one window in, probably to the barracks. Shouldn’t be too difficult to facilitate a breakout. “Shall we go?”

Burnie motions forth. “I suppose.” She’s still disappointed about the flamethrower.

You all move to your potions. Skip and Bohater will distract the pilots, Jeb and Doc will stay back and provide an easy escape route, while you and Burnie move in and grab the trousers. You move up to the window, then creepily and quietly slide it open. The heat from inside rushes out, nearly blinding you for a second. Jeez, they really like their heat! You look inside to see what else but a simple barracks, but inside is a witch, curled up in the blankets, barely visible. Your target.

You and Burnie creep in, silently slinking in. Like a smooth snake, you slip along the floors until finally, you get to her footlocker. You open it up to reveal-

… absolutely nothing!

Burnie looks in. “Does she not keep her things in her footlocker!?” she whispers loudly. You shush her. Great. If not here, then…

You both look at the witch, who slumbers soundly. Her sheets are unfurled, and you can certainly see the faintest hint of black around her crotch.

… Oh boy.

> “Burnie, you do it.”
> Do it yourself.
> Write in

>>36046132
>> “Burnie, you do it.”

>>36046132
>> Do it yourself.

>>36046132
> Do it yourself.
Geheheheh

>>36046132
>> Do it yourself.

>>36046132
> “Burnie, you do it.”

>>36046132
>> Do it yourself.
Rookie will be proud when we mail her Graf's trousers.

> Do it yourself.

Burnie nudges you. Oh come on…

Ugh, this is going to suck.

You slowly edge the blanket off of the witch. Hm, she seems familiar. Wait… No, not ringing any bells. She shivers, curling up in a ball at the sudden lack of a blanket. Even when it’s hot as a sauna, she can detect that. This is not only terrible, this is probably going to get you caught. Oh well, who dares wins after all.

You grab the trousers, then slowly start pulling them down. She groans, twitching. You pause. Come on, go back to a deeper sleep, darn it. If she were wearing side ties, this would be much easier.

…

Ah to heck with it. You pull them down with immense fury. Burnie yelps, covering her mouth.

And the witch nearly stirs awake.

Nearly.

She goes back to sleep, throwing her blanket back over herself. Hehehe, you got it! You wave it at Burnie, who simply grins proudly at you. Now to make a hasty retreat!

-

-

“So what now?” You all huddle around a fire over dinner, holding the witch’s black trousers.

Burnie shrugs. “I dunno. We normally never get this far,” she says. Oh for Pete’s sake.

Doc snaps her finger. “I saw we have Bohater wear it on her head under her helmet like a war trophy of some kind.” Bohater shakes her head. “Aw, come on, it’ll be fun!”

Jeb huffs. “I’ll proudly wear it!” She swipes the trousers from you, stretching it out for all to see. “If she wants them, she’ll have to take them off my hot, sweaty, cheeks!”

Burnie holds up her hand. “Guys, please. Rosie here took the trousers herself.” They all look at you. “She gets to decide.”

> “I’ll keep it.”
> “Jeb, you can have it.”
> “Wear it, Bohater, you need trousers anyway.”
> Write in

>>36046599
> “I’ll keep it.”
A trophy of our first successful raid

>>36046599
> “Jeb, you can have it.”

>>36046599
> “Wear it, Bohater, you need trousers anyway.”

>>36046599
>“Jeb, you can have it.”
Pass

>>36046599
>“Jeb, you can have it.”

>>36046599
>> “Wear it, Bohater, you need trousers anyway.”

>>36046599
> “I’ll keep it.”

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Kelly a classy witch.
with the best legs

>>36047148
Noice

>>36047148
Oh man that's nice.
Pipe for classiness.

>>36047148
Delicious legs.

> “Jeb, you can have it.”

You sigh. “Jeb, they’re all yours.” Jeb grins, happily. You might as well give her that for passing her up in the joust.

The Captain smiles. “Well, I believe today has been a successful operation. Give yourselves a hand, girls, good show.” You all clap for yourselves, quietly, making sure not to alert the garrison after all.

But finally, once dinner is over and done with, you settle down with Bohater in your fighting position on the hill. It’s your turn to take the watch after all. “So, Bohater, how are you doing?” you ask.

…

She simply shrugs at you, her usual glare replaced with a look of boredom. Figures.

“Anything you want to say?” you ask.

She shakes her head.

Darn.

> Keep pressing Bohater, maybe she’ll say something!
> Nah, leave her alone for now.
> Write in

>>36047296
> Nah, leave her alone for now.

>>36047296
> Keep pressing Bohater, maybe she’ll say something!
Dance, monkey!

>>36047296

> Nah, leave her alone for now.
> "Wanna go hide Bernie's combustibles?"

>>36047296
>> Nah, leave her alone for now.

>>36047296
>>36047358
This

>>36047296
> Nah, leave her alone for now.

>>36047296
>Nah, leave her alone for now.

>>36047358
Supporting.

> Nah, leave her alone for now.

You shrug. “Fine then,” you say. You smirk. “You want to hide some of Burnie’s combustibles?” She shrugs at that, smiling a little. “Right, let’s go then.”

-

-

You giggle a bit, and even Bohater smiles a little as you observe Burnie look for her combustibles like her spare trousers, her magazines, and other stuff. Even her flamethrower is gone, just to make sure she doesn’t actually burn down the forest. You put all that stuff in Doc’s hole while she was napping, just to give it that “perfect crime” flavor.

But finally, you decide to relax. You feel like you can finally get some darn sleep now. No more nightmares, no more sleepless nights, no more suffering.

Just pure sleep.

You hear something. Hm, that was strange. You look over to see Bohater, already fast asleep.

Eh.

> Go to sleep
> Investigate the noise
> Write in

>>36047687
> Investigate the noise
NOISE

>>36047687
>Investigate the noise

>>36047687
>Investigate the noise
Ah there it is! This is how Rose dies/ the thread ends on a cliffhanger.

>>36047687
> Investigate the noise

>>36047687
> Investigate the noise
Revenge pantysnatching?

>>36047687
> Investigate the noise
Rosemary get's her own Neuroi-Chan.

>>36047837
>implying not the same one
Neuroi-tan is a two-timing hussy!

> Investigate the noise

You yawn, standing up and grabbing a rifle. You might as well see what’s going on.

You step through the snow, looking around. Hm, nothing so far. Wait. You look down, little holes in the snow. Tracks, tracks from a girl! You decide to follow up on them, maybe Jeb just went to take a piss or something and didn’t say anything. But then again, you never got anywhere in life not being skeptical of anything.

You bring up your rifle, finger off the trigger as you round a few trees, searching.

“Rosemary!” You pause. That voice. You look back to see the Rookie, hiding behind a tree.

You blink. “Rook? What-“ You blink again, rubbing your eyes. That was Rookie, sure enough. You step forward to her. “What are you doing here!? I thought you were back in Liberion!”

“Not too loudly!” she places her hand over your mouth. You narrow your eyes at her. What is her problem? “Look, can you help me with something?”

“What?” You pull her hand off. “What is so important!?”

She twiddles her fingers, biting her lip. “I uh… I made a new friend.” She points behind you.

To reveal a humanoid Neuroi Girl.

Nemesis.

>>36048038
Dun dun DUUUUUN!

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>>36048038
That's it for tonight's thread. Things have been a bit slow tonight, so I'll end it a bit early for now. Hope you all enjoyed it and I hope to see you all tomorrow for a rousing chapter of...

>> MAGICAL GIRL LIBERTY AND THE SHARD OF THE IMMATERIUM <<

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>>36048060
Fun thread Schteel, see you tomorrow.

>>36048060
Thanks for running!

>>36048060
Thanks for the thread GS

>>36048060
Thanks for the thread!

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