ever since there were the first bombs, the gnomes went into a panic.
Its ridiculas. They need to calm down.
I went to see christal today. We watched the city sprite boy shopping, and then we did some shopping ourselves.
I bought myself a new dagger and christasl bought a new jar of her favourite pollen purfume.
We both missed leaflet a lot. And I missed petal a lot.
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The Woodland War
FantasyA bootifool story that i wrote when i was nine years old. it follows sum fantasy kids through war, love, bitchiness, creepiness and of course... sprite boi
