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    favourrex

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    SPUNKY LITTLE BLOND

    SPUNKY LITTLE BLOND

     Fantasy
    5.0
    *😋SPUNKY LITTLE BLOND😋* Molly Hansson returned to her parents home in a small community called Memory Lane just on the outskirts of Manhattan. Her father, Nicolaus Hansson owns and runs a small shop called Hansson's Clocks and Repairs. He is considered to be a master at his craft, all his clocks are handmade, each one unique. Their home is above the shop, a modest two-bedroom apartment, consisting of a small kitchen, fair size living room. It was small but cozy. The community consisted of family run business, by people of foreign nationalities from all over the world. Germany, Sweden, Africa and various other places. It was by no means a wealthy community. Just honest, hard- working people trying to make a decent living and a better life for themselves and their families. Molly had just finished her fourth year at college, she graduated top of her class in business and finance. Molly had no idea how much her life was going to change over the next few weeks. She stood in front of her father's store. It was only mid-day and the shop was closed. Frowning she looked around and seeing all the shops were closed shivered, a cold chill raced through her body. The shops never closed unless there was a death in the community. Fearing the worst she used her key to open the door and dashed up the back steps that led upstairs to the apartment. Her mother and father were seated at the round kitchen table, holding hands and heads hung down, neither one had heard her come in. "Mom, dad what's wrong?" she cried out. They both looked up, surprised to see her standing there.
    I'M A WITCH 🧙‍♀️

    I'M A WITCH 🧙‍♀️

    Adventure
    5.0
    The bell rings again leaving me with a deep thought of the next class. I peer to my wrist watch, carefully studying the clock rotation. It's the last subject of the day, my most hated subject Chemistry. "Good afternoon class," Mr Zack says and we all respond weakly. As usual, he hisses and face the board. Everyone knows how boring the subject he teaches, but it's mandatory. "Unsaturated Hydrocarbon," he says as he points to the maker board. "Who can tell me two difference between saturated and unsaturated hydrocarbon?"