

FrostbittenIt was a frigid night in December and the moon shone brightly through the trees casting shadows not unlike skeletons which the slight breeze made dance under the stars. Back and forth they moved, the shadows silhouetted on the sparkling snow. She had been staring at them for the last 5 minutes and admiring the mysteriousness and beauty of the whole scene as she pulled the blanket tighter around her and took another sip from her champagne glass. She continued to stare out the window as the fire whirled about inside the stove behind her, keeping the old house protected from the chill outside. The fire cast shadows all over the room, casting anFrostbitten


You are Rachel.To my best friend, Rachel-Ann.You are Rachel.
You are suave and silky.
You are Rachel.
Your skin is tan yet milky.
You are Rachel.
I call you ho and strumpet.
You are Rachel.
You have never played the trumpet.
You are Rachel.
I buy you things all the time.
You are Rachel.
Your feet remind me of a lime.
You are Rachel.
I know your thoughts before you speak.
You are Rachel.
I see you at least twice a week.
You are Rachel.
My house is l
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Jen: What's this?
Me: You can name your character. Just leave it as Squall, it's what it's supposed to be in the game.
Jen: *presses buttons*
Me: ...Squibbly?
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cuz your friends dont dance, and if they dont dance, well they're no friends of mine
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