

Word spill: AutumnShe stood motionless in the middle of the crowded street hugging her coat to her body. The wind blew against her small frame and she gripped her coat harder. People bustled around her frantically, hoping to get home after a long day at work. The trees swayed above her dangerously as the wind pushed and shoved at them, bending them to their every whim. Leaves were scattered across the ground as the wind plucked them effortlessly from the trees.Word spill: Autumn
The wind picked up and her hair came undone from its clip so that golden locks blew across her face. She closed her crystal blue eyes tightly to stop the tears that were pricking at their e
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Anubis the Dog
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"Stupidity isn't punishable by death. If it was, there would be a hell of a population drop." Anita Blake
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