A Secluded Area of the Beach | Sunday Morning
"This beach would look great on me."
"Hmm? Griff had no idea how something that lived in a bag could be so chatty all the time. There he was, trying to focus on his karate and she just wouldn't stop trying to converse with him. The weekend didn't seem to have an end in sight.
"You know what? You should draw me doing things for once! It would ( Read more... )
"Hmm? Griff had no idea how something that lived in a bag could be so chatty all the time. There he was, trying to focus on his karate and she just wouldn't stop trying to converse with him. The weekend didn't seem to have an end in sight.
"You know what? You should draw me doing things for once! It would ( Read more... )
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"I am not. You're just mad that I get to ride him this time instead of you."
Tully sighed. "Okay that made me uncomfortable. Let's refrain from the double entendres please."
Tully, his conch shell, gecko pendant, and Mr. Twain were out for an outing at the beach. For once Tully was glad of his broken ankle as the conch had wanted a piggy back ride from him.
That was just too weird.
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