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darkroom
I remember senior year when I took photos with Simon. We would always goof off in the dark room. Those days were the best, not only because I had so much fun with a rekindled friend, but also because I knew how many other seniors had dicked around in that same darkroom. laughing and having a killer time. I will never forget that room or that class. It forged a friendship that became my BEST.
affection
SLASH. BBC's "Merlin" If you don't like slash, DON'T READ THIS. Merlin closed his eyes. This kind of affection was new for him. Arthur has always been so secretive about it, hiding in closets, quick stolen kisses. But with Gwaine, this was real. Merlin could hardly fathom that someone he loved was holding his hand-- in PUBLIC. But Gwaine didn't care what people thought, only what Merlin thought. So he Held the Sorcerer's hand.
flakes
Tender snowflakes floated gently onto the windowsill and, through the window, the mirth of a family was visible by a roaring fire. The holidays were definitely upon them.
duck
There was a rubber ducky sitting on the front porch of the house across the street from mine. It sat there my entire life. One day, I planned on asking the owner why it was there. But we moved before I had the chance. I wonder if it's still there, or if it has moved on to greener pastures?
cowboy
There was once a cowboy named Hernando. He lived by himself in a ramshackle cottage in the middle of nowhere. In his free time, he liked to watch the sunrise. The most unfortunate thing about Hernando was that he was afraid to fire a gun. A bit hard to be a cowboy without firing a gun, eh? But still, he enjoyed his life, he just waved the gun around, and let his comrades do the firing.