http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ivreen_Metana The original writings of author Adam Bennett en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776221315 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Three weeks has passed by since that first news report and many things have gone wrong since then. The state went into a panic, which lead to the country being sent into a panic, most likely causing the rest of the world to be sent into a panic. No biggie, right? Just, world wide panic all due to so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ivreen_Metana/1853067/ The rest of the day had went rather smoothly. Cas and Lexi had finished moving the furniture upstairs around in a matter of minutes, allowing them to go back downstairs and unpack all the clothes and personal items that Cas had brought along with her. Thus leaving them with literally the whole rest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ivreen_Metana/1851274/ Sunlight trickled into the sleeping deep red painted room. 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