"Go out and buy something you like, Emily. I never know what you want." Mrs. Rowe leaned back wearily against her chair after giving Emily her Christmas present. Her eyes looked tired and sad, as though they had seen too much and loved too little. She was only in her forties, but there was a drained sense about her that made her look much older
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So, I've officially accomplished the grueling task of making a scarf. It actually looks quite good. Better than when I started, of course, thanks to the help of Zacharias Smith my anonymous helper...
Ok so. As you've probably noticed, we have quite a few girls (and guys) running around and having *ahem* fun with the opposite sex, a lot of whom they barely know. In my little experience at my high school, usually these girls would be called quite a few demeaning names for their behavior. Of course this isn't America/high school/real life, but
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