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Addy looked enchanting that evening. How could she not? She laid restless on that bed as the sweat ran down her face and puddled on the white blankets. Her hands made trenches in the mattress where she was grasping desperately for leverage. The only medicine now was time. Thomas was a mess. He ran in. […]
Plum-flavored Revenge
In my English class this week we studied poetry. Whilst reading, I came upon a little nugget that made me laugh extremely hard, and I wanted to share it with the millions of subscribers that come to this site every day. First off, the man’s name is William Williams. Good ol’ Bill Williams. How […]
This is Beau Bailey. 