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Originalshipping: PasswordRed sighed as he flipped through the magazine Green left on the couch before he flew out of the front doors of his house that morning to open up the gym. He had been so bored he flipped the couch on its side so it had a little tunnel he could crawl through. To create more room he took off the cushions and elongated the tunnel all the way to the hallway next to the front door.More Like This
He flipped the magazine on its side. On the cover of the magazine it read 'Dream homes'. So needless to say if Red didn't want to buy one, he could make a fort made from furniture pieces to look like one. He never took anything apart, instead he worked around the odd ba
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It was just like any other day. Red would be challenged by some random unskillful Pokemon trainer, defeat them with ease and move on. That was beginning to become a daily ritual to the former champion. He may have given up the title three years ago, but hundreds of other trainers and people still see him as the champion.
They considered it some form of 'honor' to battle Red no matter how badly they lost.
Truth be told. Red was getting sick of this false honor his challengers would spout out seconds before the battle began. More often than not it made his stomach churn and ache. He felt a hole beginning to form in his heart. He felt lonely a
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