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Only once a year

My breath fogs the blank polished glass. It's so cold, but I don't want to move away from the window! They're coming anytime now… Oh how much I love this part of year! It's here… Around me the whole room is shining, just washed and made ready for this once-a-year holiday. The room is warming with a new, refreshing aura that is calling my smile out from hidden places. From the stereo Maria Mena's home for Christmas is lurking out, mixing perfectly with the tense atmosphere. This whole scene is enough to lullaby me into this comforting feeling of security. It's finally here… I hear the car come home on the slippery ice, and my smile widens. T

Litterature

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Crappy drawings

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Literature

This should not have happened...

He hadn't felt any different that morning. Hadn't seemed to notice. Hadn't any kind of growing clue when he woke up by sunrise that morning in New York City. He had acted normal because everything was normal. That exact morning, he'd put on his suit and tucked his tie perfectly. He had clipsed his bangs into the normal headlock while he hummed silently on some old folklore. Just like any other day. Norway yawned once more as he opened the door of his room. Time to get down and eat a real American breakfast. He should prepare for yet another meaningless meeting by stuffing his way too little stomach a little extra. The lunch bar at the meeti

Hetalia related

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Literature

Orange bliss

Somehow, you could say that I was a lively person, always cheery and fun to hang out with. Anywhere and anytime, I would make the most boring things into a sparkling, brand new, funny game. I was lively. Not anymore… I think it all started way before I can remember. All I knew was that my parents always fought. I didn't (and still don't) know why they always had to make a fight out of everything. When I was at the age of eight, my mother finally snapped, packed all her belongings and stomped out the front door. We never saw her again, but a few months later, we found her engagement ring on the porch.          After that, dad sold bo

Colorless

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Scraps

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