Haven't done anything artistic in HOW long?
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Just After SunriseIt was just after sunrise, and the dense, heady smell of chlorophyll at work stuck thickly to the damp air. Icarus Aeson and Penelope Chryseis were asleep, foggy and dewy, the greenness shrouding their matching forms – the same glossy, arrow-straight black hair, the same creamy olive skin, the same thick black eyebrows brooding over what would have been dark olive eyes had they been open, but the thick, heavy eyelids were even thicker and heavier as they slept. When the ghostly sunlight dripping on them began to saturate Penelope’s eyes, she sat up, stretching her arms behind her and digging her long fingers into soft soil.Just After Sunrise
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Well, goodness.1 My name is Bianca, but of course I for one am already aware of this so I suppose it's rather a pointless way to start a journal. But now that I've started, I guess I'll continue in the same fashion: I live with my parents, David and Catherine, and my two brothers, Toby and Cass. My parents are both English teachers, as we their children (most particularly Cassio Belarius) know all too well. I, Bianca Regan, probably have it the easiest - Cass has it the worst, naturally, and Toby Valentine is somewhere in the middle. Doesn't stop them getting laid, though. Our house is, of course, called "Fair Verona". It's hell every time we get a neWell, goodness.
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Chagall 1
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B: is it raining?
A: I think they're spitting at us.
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Hey, what are you staring so intently at?
Nothing!
Nothing my ass! He’s ogling Rei
I...I am not!
Aw come on! We saw you looking
Yeah, at Rei’s mammaries, Reis silky thighs, her calves, her…
Naughty bits!!!
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HRclub
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Sparrows Dive into the Water Turning into Clams
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Sparrows Dive into the Water Turning into Clams
HAMHAMHAMHAMHAMHAAMMM
*high five*
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the internet isn't better than sex, but sliced bread is in serious trouble.
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