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Published: Jun 24, 2011

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_{Drifloon aka pokémon two hundred forty five.

what can i say, i love it. ♥

drifloons & pokémon [c] respective owners.
art [c] Raquel Lovelace
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3"x5" crayola colored pencils. (no inking on this!)}

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