i can do short stories i can do poem version, long essays, etc.
just gimme your thoughts, k? thanks everyone!
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What Lurks Beneath My breath misted in front of me as I drove silently through the cold November morning. My husband sat in his seat, as still as the silence that surrounded us. I turned to look at him, "So, where did you say this place was again?" I inquired for the tenth time. I have never had reason to question my husband's directions before, but this time something felt off to me. "It's a little past Putney. Don't you trust me?" His voice was mildly questioning, but as I stole a glance at him his eyes gave him away. I knew he was wondering why I didn't trust him, what, perhaps, I might thinkWhat Lurks Beneath


The LushA dark lit bar; with glowing bulbs that lend light to bottled spirits. Soul searching in empty bottles of liquid benevolence. The chilly night air let seeping in by a constantlyThe Lush
swinging door, does freeze
the racing minds of drunken philosophers who shout their stories to an avidly anxious audience. Across the room, a lone man eating ice cream from a martini glass; A refined innocence among the lush.
by ~gizmodus
by *littlemewhatever
and sorry for the late!!!
Lovely gallery.
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quel est sexy ? sexy est tenu sous la pluie étonnante tandis que vous ascendant me poussez contre le chapeau de votre voiture, déchirant ma chemise, car vous m\'embrassez avec l\'intention de ne jamais s\'arrêter.
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