Atelier 801
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Date d'inscription : 06/11/2011 Communauté :  Internationale Messages : 325 Prestige : 753 Niveau : 2  Hors ligne Genre :  Féminin Âme sœur : Valemgt #0000
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รнє тняєw αwαy тнє тαikσ dяυмร тнαт мαdє υρ нєя bσdy
αиd тнє dяυммєя тнαт нєld нєr мαgic ρσwєя, รσυgнт α иєw мαgic ρσwєя σf нєя σwи.
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It happened in the dead of night while I was slicing bread for a guilty snack.
My attention was caught by the scuttering of a raccoon outside my window.
That was, I believe, the first time I noticed my strange tendencies as an unusual
human.
I gave the raccoon a piece of bread, my subconscious well aware of the consequences.
Well aware that a raccoon that is fed will always come back for more.
The enticing beauty of my cutting knife was the symptom.
The bread, my hungry curiosity.
The raccoon, an urge.
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Son de un juego no de un anime *Se emputa*
Run for Cheese 