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I am thinking of being EMMA BLOOM FOR HALLOWEEN. If anyone has any ideas on how to make EMMA BLOOM BOOTS please tel.

Also once I do finish these they will probably be placed in a picture for a chapter.

Again I would help and you are all amazing MPHFPC fans like myself ))

Please allow my life to End. Why must it always be me, why? As of such why must Enoch always take pleasure in pushing me down to the ground.

As such I had been in the apple trees, it seemed like much of a lovely place to be really, not exactly tempting nor as challenging than flower beds or other gardens, or Fiona's scent for she seemed to smell like sunshine or freshly mowed grass with a hint of spearmint, oh how I loved spearmint.

Wait, what am I saying, I have never even had spearmint. My mind seemed to be playing tricks on me, I'm sure that was it.

Anyway I was under this tree, gosh did you know that after so long of sitting under trees something bad is bound to happen, well maybe not for you but guess what, for me Hugh Apiston it does. So this tree seemed to have it out for me, for I was moving and flipping the page of the book I had found in Horaces study, who knew how entertaining War and Peace could be as of such I am glad it is so long so it will never have to end.

I closed my book as a bell rang across the country side for dinner, more commonly known by me as The food bell. I moved to stand only to have a slight problem occur as something hard and red dropped to my head. A small oof came from my mouth as my face scrunched like I had smelt onions, a large amount of giggles came from the trees? Wait trees don't talk.

I turned my head only to find the one person I didn't want to see this happen to, Fiona. A beat red spread to my toes as my eyes widened, why Hugh, why must it always be you.

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