Hi! I'm Olivia, I don't like writing long things and my glasses never seem to be clean.
Description: A small moment between a girl and her friend while shooting piles of straw in the barn.
A story about a man named Benny and his influences on others.
On a quiet street, in the downtown district of an old city, there was a shop...
He had fish on strings. Though I could only see bombs falling.
"I felt a panic but it happened so fast
Was like noon to dusk but only seconds had past"
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