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Spooktober 29 – The Black Monk (4)

Chapter 7 One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated

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Hey, teacher, leave the bumblebee alone

Every few months it comes back. A pencil drawing of a bee, a quote in a serif font, and different authorities invoked as the source: aerodynamically speaking, the bee cannot fly, but it doesn’t know that, so it flies anyway. It gets shared and liked,

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Spooktober 28 – The Black Monk (3)

Chapter 5 Glad that he had been so successful in the part of peacemaker, Kovrin went into the park. Sitting on a garden seat, thinking, he heard the rattle of a carriage and a feminine laugh — visitors were arriving. When the shades of evening

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7 Comments
  • FiammaViola
    Posted at 21:49h, 17 April Reply

    manco io…! come va? io sto iniziando composizione… ma è sempre una materia così poco definita? il mio prof è pazzo XD

  • heraclitus
    Posted at 08:56h, 18 April Reply

    come ti capisco. questo aprile, vero il detto, è fatto di giorni di sonnolenza acuta e costante.

  • Njord
    Posted at 14:34h, 18 April Reply

    SEI UNA TENTAZIONE! …da peccato capitale…

  • Chiarina82
    Posted at 18:20h, 18 April Reply

    quanto capisco….

    dev’essere la primavera..o solo la pigrizia.

  • utente anonimo
    Posted at 19:41h, 18 April Reply

    è così anche per me

  • ragno62
    Posted at 19:47h, 18 April Reply

    uffà mi ero dimenticato che ogni tanto bisogna confermare il nome è così sono apparso anonimo

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 21:50h, 18 April Reply

    Vedo che è un problema diffuso ^__^

    Fiamma, sì, in effetti è una materia un po’ astratta, ma se trovi un buon professore è utile.

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