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Ludwig

The Skeleton In Your ClosetIt was the middle of the night in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, and my Aunt's small coffee shop on the corner of Dalton Street lit up the pavement a few feet in front of the glass door. A yellow light bathed the black road orange, a trashcan and a pole in the direct filtered light that the fluorescent bulb was throwing off; it buzzed maddeningly in my ear. "Ally, could you take the dog outside one more time before I lock up?" Aunt Jessie asked, shoving clean coffee pots in the cupboard, saucers and pitchers and sugar-holders on the tables around the shop. Sergeant, my golden retriever, barked at my side; the leash was alreThe Skeleton In Your Closet

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~*Knight of Void*~
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HETALIA
Making world peace possible.
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"I wanted a resistance!
But my people wanted food.
I wanted freedom from this hell!
But my people wanted to die."
- Me, in my fanfic of The Book Thief: For Old Times' Sake?
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"I wanted a resistance!
But my people wanted food.
I wanted freedom from this hell!
But my people wanted to die."
- Me, in my fanfic of The Book Thief: For Old Times' Sake?
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L i c h t s t a d t
Alles Zusammen
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"I wanted a resistance!
But my people wanted food.
I wanted freedom from this hell!
But my people wanted to die."
- Me, in my fanfic of The Book Thief: For Old Times' Sake?
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"I wanted a resistance!
But my people wanted food.
I wanted freedom from this hell!
But my people wanted to die."
- Me, in my fanfic of The Book Thief: For Old Times' Sake?
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