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This is a story written especially for the drabble challenge, and also my first experience as a writer (I've written it before, but this is my first time posting). I hope you like it a lot. A few warnings: ♥ October Challenge: Drabbles. ♥ Photo taken from google, I just edited it. ♥ The catchphrase doesn't belong to me, its author is William Shakespeare ♥ We all have the ability to create, plagiarism is a crime. ♥ This story and characters are my own. ♥ Anything similar is purely coincidental. ♥ Any comments are welcome, as long as politeness is maintained.
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First Published
14 de outubro de 2015
Last Updated
31 de outubro de 2015
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Completed
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Português (Brasil)
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