Special treatment

I was escorted to my room (the plaster on my right leg and crutches in both arms slowly my gaint to an inelegant hobble), number 216, the assistant kindly carrying my travel bags for me.

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Friday chapter IX Bonnie, Clyde and the New Farm

He stood up and hobbled to her and held her in his arms, his paws holding her tail base, feeling the muscles used to wag it. "now what is your command, huh?"

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Baby Brendon 1

He realised that his feet would have been too closely hobbled together to let him climb them anyway.

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Ander - Chapter 4, Subchapter 43

He hobbled over to the giant pile of dry grass heaped up against the far wall, scooped up as much as he could carry with one arm, then hobbled back.

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Fates of the Unicorns 69 - Mates

Shouldn't she be muzzled and hobbled?" chakal tried not to react at the mention of being hobbled.

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Disagreements

The snow swirled around him as he hobbled into the woods, looking for shelter-- or at least a walking stick... no such luck, not here. and kazak's thugs weren't far behind. "let 'im go!" the old boar-kin shouted behind him.

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A Chocobo's Story, Chapter 4

"well, i guess it won't hurt, just the hobbles though." the first dark elf bent over and undid my hobbles, which was exactly what i had been waiting for.

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Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 43

He hobbled over to the giant pile of dry grass heaped up against the far wall, scooped up as much as he could carry with one arm, then hobbled back.

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The pet

She had to hobble and crawl her way through the shattered window to get outside. people were starting to come out of their homes and get out of cars with the chaos that had just occurred.

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Peace

A white dragon hobbled over to the window of his house and peered out the window. "something feels...familiar about this..." he quickly hobbled back to his desk, pulling out an ancient book.

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BX-132 Chapter 5

# # rafe shook himself out of his introspective circle jerk and stood up... the world shifted, he swayed on his feet making his way to the door hobbling like a geriatric old fogie.

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Mail Drop Temple (Otherwise Untitled)

He was already hobbling his way back towards the farmhouse. he didn't look to have the strength needed to even lift the packages of contraband; to say nothing of the willingness of deities to advise thieves.

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