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Comic: Santa Clarita - Unexpected Value

Santa Clarita - Unexpected Value
by Pink Whirlwind aka Max

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. 

Note: I really should write this story in prose too... Heero.. at the end.. is like... "You're worried about... food abundance?! That's the world ending issue? We have really gotten to peace!"

Anyway, I drew it at work, pencils, inks, and water color. I hope you like it a bit. :) 

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