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[thesneakyjesus]

His hands relaxed. It dawned on him what he had done.
His head dropped, sullen and dogged. She saw him hurry to the door,
heard the bolt chock. He tried the latch. It opened--and there
stood the silver-grey night, fearful to him, after the tawny light
of the lamp. He hurried back.

pencils have erasers. I want more pencils in my life.

Comments

[thunderstormsx]

whats has chris possibly done that he needs more pencils?

[thesneakyjesus]

I don't really like who I am anymore I think. I duno. Whatever