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Instead of walking, whispering away under the willows, wistfully wondering which wondrous way the wisps of wafting light flow, he mused to himself; what if there were more, more than these silly lies caught in the cobwebs of coarse-souled carrion- what if we could find truths one day? A silly thought, a hopeful thought, and one not best left in the hands of men.
He bent to his work, and resumed mining gold from piles of coal leftover from the day the factory burnt down.
So, there's stuff goin on this break-season, but I sadly cannot attend, as being a loser n stuff- I've got business to attend to. Sucks huh? I'm free next weekend tho, I think. Hell we'll see.
He bent to his work, and resumed mining gold from piles of coal leftover from the day the factory burnt down.
So, there's stuff goin on this break-season, but I sadly cannot attend, as being a loser n stuff- I've got business to attend to. Sucks huh? I'm free next weekend tho, I think. Hell we'll see.