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And yet you think you can write a novel?
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I never said i could wright a novel, this is for fun god loosen up. why are you picking on me. do you see me saying hert ful shit to you.
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Think about it this way... If someone says they can't swim, then they say they're getting a new swimming pool...Someone may ask, "Why would you be getting a swimming pool if you can't swim?" How would that be hurtful? :p :D
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maybe were going to learn how to swim....
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That's a possibility...I still wouldn't see that as 'hurtful' in any way
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... ![]() If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be |
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no me either, not the way YOU say it.....
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im over it its ok, thanks blood for calming me down:D
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As the blood dripped down the womans arm, she began to fall sioently into a trance like state. That smell, that feeling, the sound of it dripping, the beautiful colour and that amazing refreshing taste. The warm red mercury finally filling her senses once more, she was unaware of the teenagers looking back, horrified at the sight. She suddenly stepped back, a terrified expression on her pale, soft face. The blood was dark, it was a killers blood. The woman fell backwards as the blood seeped into her pourous skin as she became a creature of the night.
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hehehe... yeah, I'm done.
Too many trances for me... I can't think. Maybe tomorrow. @ Bleeding: - ( , ) this is called a comma. - Some internet things come with spell check (Such as Firefox), and some don't (such as Internet Explorer). - I seem to be having a bad day as well. I feel for you chickie. <3
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