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Wyatt 3by ~missmimi1104
Wyatt 2by ~missmimi1104
The Son A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.The Son
About a month later, just before Christmas,
there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. &nbs
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- Interests: Playing with friends, Basketbal, Riding bike, playing video games.
- Favourite movie: Zoom
- Favourite band or musician: Mariln Manson, Hinder, Three Days Grace
- Favourite genre of music: rock
- Favourite artist: everyone!!!!
- Favourite poet or writer: don't have any
- Favourite style of art: drawn or anime
- MP3 player of choice: ipod
- Wallpaper of choice: any
- Skin of choice: the one i'm wearing.....
- Favourite game: Oblivion, Halo 3
- Favourite gaming platform: Xbox 360
- Favourite cartoon character: Itachi, Hinata, Sasuke, shanks, Zorro, Kevin,zuko, Garra, and Kakuzu
- Personal Quote: "Keep on Smiling"
- Tools of the Trade: My own 2 hands
- Email: missmimilena@comcast.net
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~ Jen
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“Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness,
in which there is no love.” – Richard Bach
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Era un oggetto troppo grande per chiamarlo spada...
...troppo spesso...
...troppo pesante...
...troppo grezzo...
..non era altro che un blocco di ferro...
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