T: So aside from being deaf and a bad writer ...
O: No.
*runs off crying while Teddy follows firing the cannons* 
Wow even my posts have drama ... oh!
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Freddie was cold. He clung tightly to his jacket and walked down the street quietly contemplating a quiet life. But what indeed was a quiet life when you were one of Ottery's boys? Still, when the call came, one merely answered. The boy walked to the familiar spot, a statue of ...
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Sorry I'm too tired to update more than that ... too many distractions going on too. Writing you see is a solitary endevour and having other people around when you're trying to do it, doesn't help ... *sighs*