TheSkyDraconian
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the wind blew on the old bard, the old broken shutters flapping back and forth on the stormy niight. the moon was full buit hidden, a wolfs howl could be heard in the distance
the old jacket was hanging on the back of the chair, old and a bit worn, it was the boys favorite, but now it was too small, and torn, it was time to say goodbye.
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