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A/N: For those who think I'm completely crazy for wanting to tap-tap-tap my heart out for NaNoWriMo on an iPod Touch (his name's Lucas, by the way), here's what I did for a few hours...a few languid hours...xD
Give me a topic to shoot my mouth off, I need political topics to talk about in my UP Portfolio Compilation. As always, suggestions, critique (especially on word flow) is accepted.
1; 1542, England
Rhode was young, and she was also dying. The nurse came back to caress the head of limp golden hair from Rhode's ghastly skin. With a steady, practiced hand the aged nurse pressed a wrinkled hand covered in a sweetly-scented silk handkerchief to the girl's mouth. ( Read more... )
Give me a topic to shoot my mouth off, I need political topics to talk about in my UP Portfolio Compilation. As always, suggestions, critique (especially on word flow) is accepted.
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1; 1542, England
Rhode was young, and she was also dying. The nurse came back to caress the head of limp golden hair from Rhode's ghastly skin. With a steady, practiced hand the aged nurse pressed a wrinkled hand covered in a sweetly-scented silk handkerchief to the girl's mouth. ( Read more... )
