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*stifles a snicker at his grunt*
~He Raph, King of Cavemen! He no need speak -- he just grunt!~
*The visual image of Raphael in a tiger-skin loincloth and carrying a big stick, his knuckles dragging the ground, came unbidden to her mind, and she snickered out loud, instantly regretting it*
~...Oops...~
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