New Artist
SpeechlessI... obvously don't have anything up yet, but if I can get hold of a scaner in the next couple of days, I try and get up some pictures...
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...No one's reading this, are they......
RosesIt was raining again. Rain was never something to be overly concerned about in England; it rained all the time. But, to Robert Lapin at least, it seemed to be raining more of late. It was as if the very heavens were weeping. Robert helped Reno into a long black coat. He tugged the coat straight, frowning worriedly. “I’m not sure this is a good idea,” he told the young lord, frankly. Reno regarded his manservant considerately. He was eighteen, a lithe and boyish creature who barely reached Robert’s shoulder, with long red hair drawn back in a short tail. “Why?” he asked, frowninRoses
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"Just because nobody understands you doesn't make you an artist."
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