Me: I'm just write before my imagination runs dry.
(Shadow's mansion, Далее day, 9:52 A.M.)
The sun, the red bright ball in the sky, was just rising above a hill, seeping out it's rays onto the вишня blossom tree. Falling розовый petals swirled in the light breeze, onto the soft muzzle of a blue hedgehog, alseep in his lover's arms. Light was coming into the room, the window wide open, letting in еще of their розовый visitors, as they filled the постель, кровати and floor of the room, circling around the two, Любовь still in the air from the night before.
Last night, the two retired to постель, кровати early, exaghsted from...
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