

Costume :: FerardCome take me out of this nightmare. Come take me out of this nightmare, nightmare The words, so softly hummed, left his lips without him really feeling them. His new acquisition, he set down lightly on the bedside table. A wooden box. About one foot long and half that in height. The setting sun shone through the windowpane and across one of its sides, giving it a golden sheen. Beautiful? Very pretty at least.Costume :: Ferard
Frankie dear. Dinners ready. The call from the kitchen brought his gaze away from the pretty wooden box. Yes, very pretty. If only he could-
Frank. Its getting co
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They lied, when they said the good die young...
Thanks for the
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If you're reading this, you have just wasted your time. There is nothing of interest written here. If you're still reading, I advise you to stop and go get a life. If you're reading this part, then I've lost all respect for you.
-Liz
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these R A Z O R S ain't your R O S E S .
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