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The worst part is the silence. it’s glaring it scrapes the hair on my arm up Silence is why they thought I was sick see I guess it was my choice of pen pens I…
2 stories written on Ficly, 2009, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
The worst part is the silence. it’s glaring it scrapes the hair on my arm up Silence is why they thought I was sick see I guess it was my choice of pen pens I…
She wanted to be a dancer but had thin ankles and was blind in her left eye. her best friend was blind in his right eye but this is not why they were friends…