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The truth of the matter is I haven't written on here for a long time. I forgot how much fun it is. And I would like to do it again and keep going this time. How is that for transparency?
The traders from the east brought with them fine goods. The finest of them all was the spools of silk. Todd had never seen such exquisite things in all of his travels.
The squadron had to regroup after taking heavy fire. The enemy had pelted their position with shells. After reconvening, the plan was to storm the bunker.
The burning smell took some time to get used to. And it's one that you never forget. The dragons that were here are now long gone.
The water is almost gone he thought. I need to reserve a spot. This line is too long. The soldiers handed out the water one by one as the people patiently waited. This was going to be a long day but hopefully not a thirsty one.
I love to tailgate! There is nothing better in the world, than setting up a tent in the fresh morning grass wet with dew in anticipation of a day of tailgating with your very best friends.
Coach me coach attitude. Those are the players you want to work with as a coach. The ones who have that hunger to learn. The ones that have that burning desire to get better.
April fools he shouted. It's a just a joke, albeit, not a funny one. Thomas was pissed. He had forgotten about the most fool hardy day of the year.
Over and under. Black and White. Darkness and light.
As he came upon the door, he could see one of the hinges was broken. Someone had been here, probably just a few minutes ago. He stepped into the broken doorway cautiously.
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