Purple smells like a boy
Purple smells like a smart boy
Purple smells like a nuclear family
Purple smells like divorce
Purple smells like catholic school
Purple smells like medieval times
Purple smells like black
Purple smells like trying my best
Purple smells like wanting to help
Purple smells like
Purple smells like
Purple smells like
Purple smells like
Purple smells like
Me.
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Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 7 days ago in Fiction
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