Lawn.

Discussion in 'ROLEPLAY GRAVEYARD' started by Charles Yager, Feb 25, 2014.

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  1. Charles layer on his lawn, exhausted. He just ran from his school to his house,he now laid weak and heavy.
    His black hair, curly hair was now soft and shining in the sun. His bruised knees was exposed by his shorts, the school uniform was never good for hiding skin.
    Charles didn't care if anybody saw him laying there. Charles wanted sleep.This year, 1942, was forever tiring.
     
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