Pure Mud
Fall, breathe. Rise still.
Friday, January 28, 2011
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Amy walked out of the line of trees in a huff. "Never trust a freaking mermaid," she grumbled, wringing out the hem of her shirt. "Stupid,
stupid
, fairytales!" she replied to the tinkling laughs that followed her from the trees.
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