18 and reconsidering the whole "authorial exploit" once more.
I throw parties and everyone is invited to them. But please, leave your shoes at the door.
Twilight floated a second fritter up to her mouth when she realized the first was gone. “What is in these things?” “Mostly love. Love ‘n about three sticks of butter.”
I might actually get a fic up here one day... Nah...
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I love human x pony fic's but not a big fan of clops =P i dont know if i will ever make a fic my self but if i do any feed back would be great thanks ;P
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