LONELY
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Ongoing5m
Last published Wed, Oct 14, 2020
"Miss Cendrine, stop chattering, and work!" Mr. Martin scowled at Eldora and her friends. "yes, sir!" she frantically picked up the dress she was assigned, sewing the lacey hem. For the rest of the day, the girls worked in silence.
July 11, 1867
Paris, France
((though i love a great ACCURATE historical fiction, i haven't any time to study because of school. so...PLEASE DEAL WITH IT))
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