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Dear Poodle,
Here's a little story wrote on Friday at the Mondrian in our penthouse on Sunset:
TAKEN BY THE COVERS
Taken by the arms of his past, he rose above and took the shield and sword in his hand and struck. The dragon glared back at him and threw all of his weight down his blistering scales. The knight hit the stone and his armor shattered against the immense hallow space in the chest. Time passed slowly, the seconds flowing through him with each breathe and pump of crimson. He had to do this, not for himself, but for his father. The thundering half of his shaked personality.
By Nico Nooryani.
Here's a little story wrote on Friday at the Mondrian in our penthouse on Sunset:
TAKEN BY THE COVERS
Taken by the arms of his past, he rose above and took the shield and sword in his hand and struck. The dragon glared back at him and threw all of his weight down his blistering scales. The knight hit the stone and his armor shattered against the immense hallow space in the chest. Time passed slowly, the seconds flowing through him with each breathe and pump of crimson. He had to do this, not for himself, but for his father. The thundering half of his shaked personality.
By Nico Nooryani.