Writing is my passion, not my job. I need to write as much as I need to breathe, if not more.
A.E. Croft
writing inspirational artistic humorous
My mouth was dry. Whispers carried on the wind as the maids around me bunched together in small groups, hysterical, morbid. I thought: who will clean the mess?
humorous irony
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