*runs in...nekkid and crazy...covered in nothing but those old tyme vacation stickers, none of which conceal anything...carrying full beer steins in
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each hand...making right for colin...noting that he does not turn and run like most other ST'ers but steadies himself into a crouch...smiling and putting on a burst of speed...leaping high...beer sloshing about...tackling him in a burst of hair and beer...rolling to a stop...***does stuff***...dismounts...wiping the back of my hand...finger guns him and screams*
Birthday!
*smiles and then disappears in a burst of nekkidity*
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