A rewrite by a little devil. I promised to turn her into an Angel I really thought that I could. A Cherub looked at,me, '' Well on examination your heart your heart is wood. Can you offer something a bit more pleasing.'' ''Well sir Cherub, I have an old duvet It is filled with goose down I can see... Sign in to see full entry.
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