06-01-2004, 04:06 AM
; the sun beat down on the migrating Monochromon, the Geckomon chorus, and Gomamon, sleeping on a large, round rock. The ambient croaking eventually woke him up. He stretched his arms and legs out, and licked out his morning breath. It looked to be just another normal day, but
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(Whaat? Gomamon? YES. Gomamon rules the world.)