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Post by Firewalk on Jan 8, 2018 4:38:34 GMT
The room has grey walls and about a thousand posters hanging on the walls. On an unmade bed with black covers lies a red guitar, a black notebook and a pen. On the desk next to the bed is a laptop and a load of papers and books, some looking dangerously close to falling off. The closet doors are all closed except for one, where a bunch of flannels and leather jackets are visible. A black carpet lies over the floor and some biker boots lean against the wall next to you
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Post by Firewalk on Jan 9, 2018 1:26:52 GMT
It's been a while since she's written a song, but Ellie is determined to try. Come on brain, don't fail me now! With trained fingers, she strums her guitar. "Screw it, I'll try again tomorrow"
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