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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Trash under my bunk.

Submitted: December 03, 2015

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Submitted: December 03, 2015



Is there, ready to be pick up and to disposed of, plus exclusive honor, upon this act of depriving myself of further battles to be fought. Now, when I read the dotted lines it shot the red flag, the warning of being over exposed to salamander's eggs. It's been a whole year since I did sin or whatverer you may called it, bad questions?. Anyway, not reading the paper anymore, has got me on the wrong side. Mea culpa? they don't give a damn, after all, they write and interpret the laws to make us feel? yes, to make us feel dirty in sin, dirty and guilty. Listen, right now the rain started to pour down, I heard no noise, no thunder, just happened like the trash under my bed.

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