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keithsramblings.net
/ ' . It was Halloween night at the Baaarmy Inn and Len had done a great job of decorating the bar; there were cobwebs the knitting ladies made, a couple of upturned brooms covered with tablecloths looking like ghosts, carved pumpkins on the bar ... all in all, a great job and to complete... |
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reinventionsreena.com
They saw a callous criminal without a conscience who could kill to attain her nefarious objectives. They wondered how so young a mind could be so venomous, language so vitriolic and demeanours so remorseless. She struggled to analyse the instincts that drove her - the inner compulsion, the act of rebellion, the courage of taking... |
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lunas-online.com
William BerezaonUnsplash The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) grinned a huge grin, as she looked up to see the Gatekeeper who had just arrived at the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro; several other people looked as well, as he stopped at the second step down, and surveyed the room. La Raconteuse looked the other way for a moment, as... |
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valleyofthetrolls.blog
Power Napping "Name your price, for I must repay you for what you've done for our family," The queen whispered... |
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