by danicat » Wed Jul 25, 2012 10:18 am
Rainy rolled his eyes and opened the window, watching as a group of Changelings tried to fly out. He closed the window before they could and kicked one in the face, snickering.
Clover continued protecting his sister, who was still on the verge of crying.
Language shapes the way we think and determines what we think about.
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