Hello, I am Justin Nimbly! But it’s Mr. Nimbly to you. But anyways, I shall be narrating this story, so don’t get freaked out if you randomly notice it says “I” or “Me”. Just to let you know.
It was winter, and it was a windy, snowy, dark day. Jack, a man with well combed auburn hair and beard and hazel eyes, sat in his chair, napping. On the couch, a guy with long ginger hair, blue eyes and leitura glasses, sat nibbling a piece of cake. On the other end of the couch, a guy with messy black hair and bright green eyes was sketching in his notebook. Carl burst through the door, his...
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