FezzesAreCool
The sky was blue. We were standing on cliffs. Emotions. And people. And oh, no, there goes Fred. Off the cliff. Oh no. He's dead. What are we gonna do?
Never mind. I did not know what to do for this word. :D
He had never felt this way before, not about anyone. She was the sweetest apple he'd ever tasted. It was safe to say he was attracted. She was a black widow, and he was a moth desperately beating his wings for safety.
The branches overhead gently swayed in the October wind. Ruddy orange leaves shook to the ground like flecks of autumn pepper. Beneath my feet, I can hear the crunch of the trees' last words before frost.
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