Luther sighed as he walked up to his home. It seemed as if his birthday had been forgotten about. Worst of all, he hadn't seen Judex, Emile, or Nomori much today. So naturally, he felt a bit glum as he walked inside.
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of
worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to
eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. — JRR Tolkien
