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*The dust begin to compile, from the story you gave me. The dust begin to vanish, as the story begins to burn. It was white as snow, black as the windowsill, and red as blood, the princess.* The story ends, as the narrator smiled.
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
Narrator.
*The dust begin to compile, from the story you gave me. The dust begin to vanish, as the story begins to burn. It was white as snow, black as the windowsill, and red as blood, the princess.* The story ends, as the narrator smiled.
To feel is human nature, and so is to lose.
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
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