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The ink was smudged with what i could only assume were margot's tears I took a Deep breath feeling a little sick My Sister was always the one prone to hysteria or what julian Called the artistic temperament since I was not artist of any kind my own moods were Classified as Childish immaturity. If julian.By Mary Rose Limpiado
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Historical Fictionthe coals os that crimson sparks flew out into the room He had not Shaved for several days now even in the firelight.