The dust hissed with the first rain drops. Sam watched the darkening earth from beneath the bridge which had been his home for weeks, feeling
Steam rises from the river in the early morning. The birds and bugs are chirping, heralding the brightening day, as in me burgeons new curiosities.
This was a story series that involved puzzle pieces from multiple stories. I love puzzles, because they to force me to pay close attention, and
the bandit in my room has entered before i had wake up on the bed he handcuffed me and my eyes he blindfolded . I
It was the way he was fucking me. There was something different. It was wrong. He was on top of me, I was under him,
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