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At any rate, they often vanish.And when they do, so do their ways. A small cabal of children known only by the clothes they wear and the music they listen to, gone away quietly in the passing of years. They are, of course, replaced by other children, who zig instead of zag, and who believe they are nothing like their predecessors. Filled with the ( Read more... )

Hi!

I'm making this journal into my writing class notebook. If you've friended it because of NaNoWriMo, you may want to defriend it. It'll probably be of interest only to me. Except you, swmbo. I know you're stalking me. Don't deny it. :)

I will also be posting a lot more. Probably no fanfiction, so if you're still interested in original