Mentally I'm writing in front of a crackling fire listening to the rain outside of my cottage in the English countryside. Slowly sipping rooibos tea while I type away. ☕ In reality, I'm writing at a desk in my room at my parents house while my homework is screaming for me to look at it. But, at least, I'm sipping my hot rooibos tea while I type away. And what I write, you can read here!
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SuzanneWritesAll
May 05, 2021 07:59AM
Pentimento is now finished! I've uploaded all the last pieces of the story! Thanks to anyone who has left a comment, that is what motivated me to upload everything! Let me know what you think of the...View all Conversations
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