Me: I'm just write before my imagination runs dry.
(Shadow's mansion, successivo 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 ciliegia blossom tree. Falling rosa 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 più of their rosa visitors, as they filled the letto and floor of the room, circling around the two, Amore still in the air from the night before.
Last night, the two retired to letto early, exaghsted from...
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