You don’t have to shovel rain.
I don’t ski.
Photo by lostinmiami
You don’t have to shovel rain.
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You don’t have to shovel rain.
I don’t ski.
Photo by lostinmiami
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Doug leans back in his Lazyboy and stretches his arms over his head with laced fingers.
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Carol Bannister placed the breakfast tray in front of her Aunt Jessica and stood staring out the window at the autumn leaves swirling about the grounds.
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Dwaithelord — an honorific for the tribal leader of a coven of dwarven wraith soul stealers.
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Larry sat in the jail cell and tried to make himself invisible.