Chapter IA Chapter by Belle MorteThe alarm went off an hour before sundown, like usual. I was beginning to really dislike owning the club. I crawled out of bed and slowly started on my way towards the coffee pot. Halfway down the darkened stairway, I ran into Shakespeare. © 2008 Belle MorteReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 5, 2008 AuthorBelle MorteAthens, GAAboutMy passion is writing but I don't have all that much time to transfer my stuff from paper to the computer. Some of my stories also go along with other, already published books, but only loosely, eit.. more.. |

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