Me: I'm just write before my imagination runs dry.
(Shadow's mansion, seguinte day, 9:52 A.M.)
The sun, the red bright ball in the sky, was just rising above a hill, seeping out it's rays onto the cereja blossom tree. Falling rosa, -de-rosa petals swirled in the light breeze, onto the soft muzzle of a blue hedgehog, alseep in his lover's arms. Light was coming into the room, the window wide open, letting in mais of their rosa, -de-rosa visitors, as they filled the cama and floor of the room, circling around the two, amor still in the air from the night before.
Last night, the two retired to cama early, exaghsted from...
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