Holy fuck. That's a real eye-opener, judge.
One of life's greatest questions.
Are you interested in who's he become or are you interested in simply maintaining the relationship?
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Moonlit beach.
Water splashes calmly near the shore. The air is a bit humid even though it's already nearing November.
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In the middle of a bustling town, there comes a puny farmer, dripping with sweat as she carries a worn-out grey sack. Its bottom edges, nearly torn-off
Middle ages, poor farmer, bandits and adventurers
In the middle of a faraway land is where a city named Yorkshire situated. The town bursted of a myriad of colors. so full of life, even the poor old beggar sitting on the brink of the riverbank, wearing drab clothes contributed to the town's vividness. There was a blacksmith standing with careful focus outside his shop, and was hammering repeatedly onto a heated cooper ore which slowly shaped the tip. The blacksmith looked up from his work to survey his surroundings: hurried voices conversing among themselves, a merchant yelling, "Fresh vegetables!", and children were boisterously laughing as they tried to mimc the galloping of a horse - but came to a halt when a group of five men in lustruos armour suddenly invaded the streets.
One of life's greatest questions.
Are you interested in who's he become or are you interested in simply maintaining the relationship?
_________________________________________________________________________________
Moonlit beach.
Water splashes calmly near the shore. The air is a bit humid even though it's already nearing November.
________________________________________________________________________________
In the middle of a bustling town, there comes a puny farmer, dripping with sweat as she carries a worn-out grey sack. Its bottom edges, nearly torn-off
Middle ages, poor farmer, bandits and adventurers
In the middle of a faraway land is where a city named Yorkshire situated. The town bursted of a myriad of colors. so full of life, even the poor old beggar sitting on the brink of the riverbank, wearing drab clothes contributed to the town's vividness. There was a blacksmith standing with careful focus outside his shop, and was hammering repeatedly onto a heated cooper ore which slowly shaped the tip. The blacksmith looked up from his work to survey his surroundings: hurried voices conversing among themselves, a merchant yelling, "Fresh vegetables!", and children were boisterously laughing as they tried to mimc the galloping of a horse - but came to a halt when a group of five men in lustruos armour suddenly invaded the streets.
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