I suppose, as a writer, I should be able to come up with something smart here.
Yup, I really should be able to.
Help me, I need to stop being depressed and write more
Fani, or Francesca as the vixen’s friends liked to call her, fidgeted nervously with her dress. It was a bit old, a bit short, and a bit faded. But it was an old favorite of hers, and she felt it still paired well with her flame-like fur. She had made sure to use a lot of conditioners while showering. She wanted to look her best! But now she just ended up smelling like a peach. Not the worst thing to smell like, but it was a bit heavy. She sighed, g
Fani and Andrew
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You know, I do consider myself an author...
But I never know what to say, what to write. I am always scared of how poor my skills are.
