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My take on who the hater Anons are.
This is what I do instead of writing a paper on Oscar Wilde’s satircal masterpieces.
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A figure crept around the winding alleyway, lurking in the shadows and escaping the moon’s light. It paused for a second as a group of drunken m..
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She’s made of china, the little porcelain doll. Pale, lifeless, so frail and delicate. You may look at her, admire her beauty from afar, but you..
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She gathered her white dress in her delicate hands and peeped into the room through the crack. A hundred people, at the least, all dancing and talking..
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