Me: I'm just write before my imagination runs dry.
(Shadow's mansion, volgende 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 kers-, cherry blossom tree. Falling roze 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 meer of their roze visitors, as they filled the bed and floor of the room, circling around the two, love still in the air from the night before.
Last night, the two retired to bed early, exaghsted from...
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