Nightfreak
I Walk Alone...
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- Mar 15, 2009
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She drifts in on bare feet with her hair still a mass of tangled curls, yawning as she went straight for the coffee pot and filled a mug. Lacing it with cream and sugar, she padded quietly towards her sweet friend and crawled on his lap, snuggling as she sipped her steaming cup of heaven.
Good morning, You.
holding her tightly " Morning you I am looking for my copy of your 1rst book I am searching through all of my pcs and hard drives and cannot find it."