Melting Away (An Original Stoy)
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Dernière publication dim., juin 20, 2021
The rain fell heavily upon the the windows of a small wooden cabin seemingly in the middle of nowhere.Life was a bit crazy for young 6 year old Oliver Baker. "Mother!" Oliver cried. He watched as his mother slowly began melt into a puddle onto the floor. (Sorry for the horrible description)
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