December 15, 2008 - 12:55am — Anzel
I trotted along the false forest one day, seeing all the happy deer chattering away, until I came upon the sad story of a little fawn. A story of unmoving deer and picto clumps.
As I do not want others to suffer my curse, I listened in a bit, and heard a dreaded word. This word is a word that is well known to me and my friends:
Satellite.
I trotted over and queried a few questions and came to the conclusion, as sad as it may be...that they may have my same curse.
I lean my head down sadly for this little fawn, Adlar, and pray that he may recover from this curse. But for now, it doesn't seem that all is well...
...
I never wanted others to be like me...
....;_; -- Dannii
-- Dannii <3
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