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FAN FICTION CONTEST 2012. Monday, August 12, 2013. Artistic Liberties by M. J. Morgan. T he next chord he strummed came in an almost irritatingly beautiful tone. He faced the opposite side of the small grove, his ears tuned to the sound of the instrument, which bore a striking resemblance to some sort of lute, leaning in the crook of his elbow. He frowned, picking the strings individually as if he was in the middle of deciding something. So far, then? Dark was the night upon which begins. A tale of pass.CONTENT
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Abonne-toi à mon blog! Voila une tite tof de moi, la balafre ver mon oeil c du a un combat avec une cuisse de poulet lol c ski arive kan on c pa cuisiner. Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre.