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Conscience for I-ane.

LeakingInk

Published: Jul 9, 2011

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_{here it is!
a little drawing for my dearest *I-ane ♥
i love her. go watch her or something. [:
sorry the coloring kind of..
my pencils are dying u_u'
i still hope you like it though ^^'

comments welcome!

artwork [c] Raquel Lovelace
conscience [c] *I-ane
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3" x 3.25" rollerball pen,
crayola & liquimark pencils}