A Rose Doesn’t Smell as Sweet
It’s not the same…
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Marking the SpotGerald looked both ways and then darted out the back door of the manor and into the nearby woods. He pressed his arm against his chest, holding the golden chalice in place, hidden under his black coat. He tried to run as quietly as possible through the thick snow, but
Awe, that is sad. We all have some hard things right now. But maybe you could lift the bottom of the mask a little bit!