One night, I wondered why I didn't have anything creative
to add to this site. Rants, after all, aren't creative in and of themselves.
So why didn't I have any creative material? So one night when I couldn't
sleep, I started writing. I expanded a bit on an old idea, and here's what
I've come up with. Tell me what
you think.
He handed the items to Crimson, and then returned to the box once more, pulling out a brown pouch. He held the pouch in his hand thoughtfully for a moment, and then dropped it into his coat pocket. “Right, then,” he said, turning to face the door, “Time to be off.”
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