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Post by Anne of Lothlorien on Apr 25, 2016 10:07:16 GMT -5
Here's the continuation of yours writefury!
"The main problem was that I didn't acknowledge that fact. So...when my great-grandfather passed away and I was left with forty thousand pounds on my hands, I was terribly shocked by the throng of young ladies following me everywhere and dropping handkerchiefs at my every step. I felt sorry for those poor things. The handkerchiefs I mean. I ground them into the dirt with no regard for decorum. The pumping of my legs as I tried to make my escape didn't exactly leave room for manners."
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Post by Rebekah on May 15, 2016 12:42:42 GMT -5
First Line of "Never Trust a Unicorn": Slaves aren't supposed to have dreams, and especially not slaves like me.
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Post by HopeAnnSchmidt on May 15, 2016 17:22:57 GMT -5
Love it!
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