http://slow.writerscafe.org/wolfzbane17 The original writings of author Angel en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006203 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My fiance and I went through a nasty fight a few months ago, and this is something I wrote based on that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfzbane17/895011/ A few months ago, after moving in with my fiance, one of my exboyfriends dropped by randomly wanting to talk... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfzbane17/792177/ I was at the hospital over the weekend to visit a friend, and looked up at what I thought was a window to another room but it was actually a mirror. These are my thoughts... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfzbane17/730120/ Time continued on after that, but everything was much brighter now that I had my Adam. We officially began dating the night of the Fall Dance, much to the displease of Lucas Avery. The following day, Saturday, Adam drove over to my place and we broke the news to my father. 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