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More Than WordsHis first conscious thought was to wonder how much he'd had to drink the previous night for his head to be pounding so.
the dreamer fan ficThe days seem to go slower in the summer. Way too slow for young Beatrice, who sat in her room, watching the young children skip by on the sidewalk towards the duck park. She twisted her dark brown hair dreamingly into a braid, humming a soft tune.