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postato inizialmente in:The Digital Dojo
9/2/2016 1:44:50 PM
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The horse galloped away as Sawyer hit its back, the man approaching. His khakis flapped against the rising roar of wind that grew and sand begin to swirl by their feet. Sawyer approached anyways and talked over the gusts.
"Hello to you too. This is the Dojo, right?"
English
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Yeah, this is the place. It's normally not this... Dry? *He shrugs his shoulders a little*
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Sawyer has no immediate reaction to the weather, he'd been in much worse. "It's not too much of a nuisance. This is really the Dojo, eh? I've heard a lot about this place."
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Yeah, this is the place
