by FoodIsYummy » Mon Nov 08, 2010 2:50 am
"Clara!" Her father's voice mde Clara attempt to run. He caught her anyway. "Clara, you can't just run away." "I hate him father, please don't make me marry him!" She was on the verge of tears again, and her father's face seemed to be softening. "Fine. Not today. But you will marry him in three monthes time if another sutible husband is not found for you," he said. Clara was relieved. That gave her some time.
I dream of a world where chickens can cross roads without having their motives questioned
Sorry if I'm not on as often as I used to be.
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.