Eleven words is hard:
If the bloodstains come out, I can sell the wedding dress.
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Eleven words is hard:
If the bloodstains come out, I can sell the wedding dress.
And it turned out that the drunken monkey had been correct.
You have to tell a whole story, though. And you have to tweet it! Well, you don't have to, but it's fun.
It's the whole story that's so hard.
Oh! I see...That IS challenging! Hmm.
Done! I think.
She carried his letter always; a reminder that love transcends death.
"You killed them?" the mobster scoffed, not seeing the gun I hid.
Staring at the corpse of her enemy, she smiled. And wept.
ChiKat! Woo hoo and congratulations.