The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.
((... Wasn't Hermione at headquarters? Or...? Maybe not.)) "Oh, what did he write?" She asked, eager to hear it. This was no surprise to either, but she did not have a boyfriend (Or a girlfriend for that matter), and had no plans whatsoever on getting one.
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.
"Yeah, me too. Although, I don't, really. I know who it's going to be, and I think you'll quite like it. Or not. Actually, I think you won't." She said, sitting down onto on of the seats.
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.
Turn your demons into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, your weaknesses into reasons to keep fighting. Don’t waste your pain. Recycle your heart. — Andréa Balt
