http://slow.writerscafe.org/Professor_harles The original writings of author Harley Ann en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990507 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i DID write this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Professor_harles/808141/ Squeak, squeak!Hahaha, awww, little mousie!is there something you wanted to say? Hmm?Squeak!I'm sorry, dear, you'll have to speak up on account of there's so many other voices around.Squeak! Squeak!What was that? Aww, little mousie's running away! Hahaha, by little mousie! Come play with us again so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Professor_harles/797531/ Just relax.Nerves. Confusion. Frustration.Wasn't i supposed to be beyond these things by now? I'm not in middle school anymore.So long ago...and not long at all.Fear.I'm not her. I'm not good enough for her. Not for anyone. 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Wait - I checked under the cover; I still had my pants on, though Dylan's were on the floor, as well as my shirt. I couldn't help but smile. My cloc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Professor_harles/623669/  P.1"But we're only going in for ten minutes," I said. We'd just pulled up to Brian's house to pick up the equipment. There were a lot of cars parked in front of the house, and the heavy bass of party music thudded through the ground. "Ah, f**k. Okay, all I need to do is pick up th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Professor_harles/619462/ Creature Feature. 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