Neither Courtney nor myself possesses a driver's license, but you can critique my playing of her all the same. Comments screened, anonymice can thrive.

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It was getting to be a long night - close to midnight, to be exact. As the wind blew against her rickety house and black creatures with glowing eyes peered through the windows, Courtney was agonizing over a creative writing essay that was, oh yes, due the very next morning. The very same essay that Ms. Crisp had made her swear an oath over that she ( Read more... )

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