I can't get a good link because of the stupid school laptops, but right now I'm listening to Gustav Holst's The Planets Suite being performed by the London Philharmonic Orchestra.
Soul Stealer, and the case of the Missing O.
That's what I'll call my new destictive novel.
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What in the world is that??? Destictive? I think it was supposed to be detecttive.
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Damn it.
I can get you the adresses if you want and DAMN IT I MISSED A D. WHAT THE HELL.
Anyway, it would be easy enough gfor me to do that. Oh, hey! A stray g!
Oh, you know, things are... Meh? Grey? Smells like it will rain in about one hour, ten minutes. Smells like spring: a time of regreets. Ohp. There's a spelling error. Funny. I'm not even going that fast.