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Mike and Me
At the time I got back home they were all there; the bully, the hustler and the brake. They were all still confused. The bully...
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Over the hills the rock flew and landed just by the right foot of the tribe elder. It was a great sign. The gre... -
Summer rained over her like a fragrant perfume. It was cold even though the sun was shining through the dark clouds. She ran...
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