The Lady and the Lass
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Terminé mar., mai 14, 201917m
Because I haven't been posting as much as I used to because of school. I have decided to give y'all this story that I had to do for my English class.
This story is a medieval romance and somehow ended up way longer than intended. It was supposed only a minimum of 6 pages in Google Docs, but I ended up doubling the whole thing. Ops...
Anyways enjoy this short story.
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