I tried a story generator (Its worse than I expected) Sorry for the crap.
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glitzkitten
glitzkitten I'm a novel/fanfic writer.
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Dahlia Whitmore had always loved warm Ensainte with its flaky, few fields. It was a place where she felt pain. She was a determined, head-strong, tea drinker with small lips and agile hair. Her friends saw her as a pretty, putrid pearl. Once, she had even helped a fancy rose petal cross the road.

I tried a story generator (Its worse than I expected) Sorry for the crap.

Dahlia Whitmore had always loved warm Ensainte with its flaky, few fields. It was a place where she felt pain.

She was a determined, head-strong, tea drinker with small lips and agile hair. Her friends saw her as a pretty, putrid pearl. Once, she had even helped a fancy rose petal cross the road.

That's the sort of woman he was.

Dahlia walked over to the window and reflected on her soft surroundings. The sun shone like crying birds.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Claude Harden. Claude was an emotional light with strong lips and muscular hair.

Dahlia gulped. She was not prepared for Claude.

As Dahlia stepped outside and Claude came closer, she could see the low glint in his eye.

Claude gazed with the affection of 2708 hard working steamed swans. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want Love."

Dahlia looked back, even more, daunting and still fingering the immaculate swings. "Claude, I want to love you, but I can't," she replied.

They looked at each other with suicidal feelings, like two crooked, curvy cows chasing at a very risky New years eve,

which had classical music playing in the background and two charming uncles falling to the beat.

Dahlia studied Claude's strong lips and muscular hair. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Dahlia in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will.

I just don't love you, Claude."

Claude looked infatuated, his emotions raw like a damaged, decaying dock.

Dahlia could actually hear Claude's emotions shatter into 7011 pieces. Then the emotional light hurried away into the distance.

Not even a cup of tea would calm Dahlia's nerves tonight.

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