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Julia Roscoe
Jan 28, 2022
A haunted neighborhood
The clock strikes twelve. It is time for me to rise. The night air is chilly, my hair blows behind me and dry leaves dance around my bare...


Julia Roscoe
Oct 6, 2021
It's a new day
Lisa opened her eyes, the soft morning light filled her bedroom with a magical glow. This was it, the so awaited day was finally here....
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