The patter of raindrops and the sudden boom of thunder had everyone on the edge of their seats before the night drew closer. It seemed an odd night was drawing upon us but no one could quite place the reason as to why. Mysterious things appeared to be occurring rather frequently on this murky night. It were as if someone had placed a shade over the sun and the whole town had become consumed by its darkness. Every clock in town had slowed its rhythmic ticking to a halt and every picture had fallen from its secure place upon the wall. This was not a night like any other. No… tonight would be different.
PRADA IS WHAT SHE WEARS!
Friday, July 3, 2009
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