Roll(s): 46,24
Prize(s):
her hair danced in the light wind blowing past her, Her eyes fixated on the pole in front of her as the bobber which was shaped like a succulent plant. slightly bobbed up and down showing no signs of going under any time soon. She had been relaxing on her own a content...
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