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er... drabbles?
I don't have as many friends as Kikei or Bruno or Kenna Hijja, but some of those I do are among the best writers around. So, can you have a go at a drabble for me?
The wind was whipping the waters of the firth into a rage.
Harry looked at her and found himself thinking.
You are not going to believe this.
A rose can sometimes be a hideous thing.
Dung did not regard himself as a sentimental man.
Melting like wax in a flame...
The wind was whipping the waters of the firth into a rage.
Harry looked at her and found himself thinking.
You are not going to believe this.
A rose can sometimes be a hideous thing.
Dung did not regard himself as a sentimental man.
Melting like wax in a flame...
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