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Prologue:
"Evan Paxche," a voice said.
"Yes?" he asked, turning around to see who had said his name. All he saw was an old woman, hunched over on a ..
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work in progress, no title yet :)
enjoy and please comment to tell me what could be done better :)
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There are things that nobody should know about me. Then there are things that everyone should. But it seems to me that only the bad things are remembe..
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I used to think that there was someone somewhere who would understand me and my way of thinking. It turns out that I was completely, utterly WRONG.
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You would think that my eighteenth time entering high school would be easier than my first. Let me tell you one thing: it's actually harder. When you ..
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The first time I saw him, it was like being slapped in the face with a smelly, dead, rotting fish. His scent was sweet, like sugar, yet masculine. His..
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Read it and find out, I mean, come on, people.
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My first attempt at poetry... help, please.
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read the book
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