The Demise Of A Lonely HeartThe Demise Of A Lonely HeartThe Demise Of A Lonely Heart
The chill came over her like the cold wave over a warm beach, suddenly making her feel very cold. Which she felt was quite odd for a midsummer’s eve. She carried quickly on, lest she decide not to carry on with her venture. “I must carry on” she thought to herself, “I must know what happened.” The tress around her drew themselves ever more closer to her, like wolves advancing on a prey. The numbness of the cold was also making her nervous, as though some force was sapping the life out of her. Yet she knew she must carry on.
As the Mansion drew ever nearer and ever more imposin
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Meianity
Saw this and thought of you.
Fx
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"We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely." - The man himself.
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Don't listen to him, he's drunk with cheese!
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