denisejwa
Never have I Ever. She felt insecure around the campfire. She hated playing this game. She hated Lying and She'd done everything. Now everyone would know her dark secrets... as long as the asked the right questions.
She looked over the clay before her; A semi-round misshapen ball.Taking it in her hands she moved the moved the material in all directions, feeling it take life.
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