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Daubs. by ~Lottie-Girl
The Truth, the Whole Truth and Nothing but... PrologueThe Truth, the Whole Truth and Nothing but... by ~Lottie-Girl
He taps the soggy cardboard box with his baton.
"You can't stay here; you've got to move on. You're scaring off the tourists."
"Where do you expect me to go?" he rubs his crusty eyes with the back of his hands.
"Don't I know you?" he interrogates, scrutinising the man behind the unkempt beard.
"Must have me confused with some other beggar?"
He ignores the vagrant's comment, "I do know you, you worked in the Court of Justice."
His tone more sympathetic, "I'll take you home, what's your address?"
"Do you think I'd be sleeping in a box if I had a home?"
The bobby's brows lower in despair, "Ho
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Delighted 
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i care.
alias *rachaelwrites
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what a beautiful mess this is, it's like picking up trash in dresses, well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write kind of turn themselves into knives...you can call it fiction 'cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear.
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Literature is inspired by madness but written by reason.
Quick! Look! It'll completely change your life - maybe - possibly - probably not...
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what a beautiful mess this is, it's like picking up trash in dresses, well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write kind of turn themselves into knives...you can call it fiction 'cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear.
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Literature is inspired by madness but written by reason.
Quick! Look! It'll completely change your life - maybe - possibly - probably not...
Much appreciated milady
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Literature is inspired by madness but written by reason.
Quick! Look! It'll completely change your life - maybe - possibly - probably not...
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what a beautiful mess this is, it's like picking up trash in dresses, well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write kind of turn themselves into knives...you can call it fiction 'cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear.
Have a nice day!
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*Purple tentacle for president!
And thanks.
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what a beautiful mess this is, it's like picking up trash in dresses, well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write kind of turn themselves into knives...you can call it fiction 'cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear.
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Moments too quickly go by, gotta catch them all!....
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