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a New-Or-lean tale in red and gold

Posted on January 21, 2013 by

this is a tale provincial not a faery one a fiery one of my red-gold hair impetuous-girl-curls all too new or lean for New Orleans yes, i cast a spell shamanic on him, he claims clams he does not clumsy … Continue reading →

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the hand-wringer

Posted on April 11, 2012 by

I respected her and her opinion, an expert she sure was, on all things that mattered. So, when she told me that the last thing I should do was say that I could take care of myself, thank you, I listened and wished I could … Continue reading →

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