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- The Speckled Wall at storywrite
He stood there admiring his work of art,thats what he liked to call it "his work of art". He laughed at his own little joke. The whole family was dead. The mother, a young beautiful woman with long blond hair, hazel eyes, a s - Column: Ap Family (email me about it) at allpoetry
i wanna start an AP family
