She loved Vancouver and she loved to dance...
under the moody rusted fire escapes, along the wide alleys behind the back of tenements and with the chill wind catching her skirts. The sun like another flashbulb popping on and off between shutters of cloud. The music around her and the underlying traffic drone just another murmur of appreciation as
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How can I not have a FireFly response to that?!?!?!?
But... that... will... take... much... time...
...much...
time...
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oho...
I'd like to know the rules :))) just in case...
About a week ago took part in a kind of writers' game in Russian sector, so we had to write a story starting from the last sentence of the previous one... was quite funny for me to participate:)))
I do not have anough background to trace the whole story above( and enough English, I believe :)... but!
But I like that.
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Yes - it is sort of a game AND training,
a challenge to write something - anything!:)
But there are no rules...
just fun:)
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