Me: I'm just write before my imagination runs dry.
(Shadow's mansion, suivant day, 9:52 A.M.)
The sun, the red bright ball in the sky, was just rising above a hill, seeping out it's rays onto the cerise blossom tree. Falling rose petals swirled in the light breeze, onto the soft muzzle of a blue hedgehog, alseep in his lover's arms. Light was coming into the room, the window wide open, letting in plus of their rose visitors, as they filled the lit and floor of the room, circling around the two, l’amour still in the air from the night before.
Last night, the two retired to lit early, exaghsted from...
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