

HairpenOnce upon a time, there was a young girl who loved to write. She would spend her afternoons lounging underneath a large, shady oak tree in the park, writing all manner of beautiful prose and poetry. She used her favorite pencil as a hairpin, holding together her tight, auburn bun of hair until she needed it. She would lie back against the soft, worn bark of the tree, and retrieve her pencil from her hair. This would cause her hair to cascade down about her cheeks and neck, almost dancing, much like the golden sunlight that filtered through the green leaves to dance upon the stiff pages of her noteboHairpen
Erik här!
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What I lack in speed, I make up for in POWER!
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What I lack in speed, I make up for in POWER!
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Pokemon trainer used ignore.... person is ignored
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