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[WP] He could not paint, he could not draw, he could not sing or write or sculpt. Not anymore.

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[WP] There is a tree, growing in the middle of the street in the middle of the city, that cannot be cut down or pulled out. Now, the city is going to try and dig underneath the roots.

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[WP] There is a bush, called the Wishing Shrub, which grows a small number of leaves each year. If you pluck one, and make a wish, it's likely to come true.

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[WP] Last night, the media got video of a building uprooting itself, walking across the street, and settling down in a different empty lot.

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[WP] Goodbye, my only friend. Oh, you thought I meant you? That would be funny, if it weren't so sad.

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[WP] One person. One army. One will... Two friends.

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[WP] "What does it mean, when the whole world has been lying to you for your entire life? What does it mean when your best friend is an actor, when your family is a fake. What does it mean when you can't even trust your own body?"

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[RF] "I want to know. Tell me everything! ...Please?"

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[WP] "Who are you, that I should bow down? I have no cause to respect your legacy."

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[WP] The small dagger was whispering in my head, words of comfort and friendship and truth. I couldn't help but wonder who else it had talked with before it came to me.

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[WP] He could not paint, he could not draw, he could not sing or write or sculpt. Not anymore.	2	WritingPrompts
[WP] There is a tree, growing in the middle of the street in the middle of the city, that cannot be cut down or pulled out. Now, the city is going to try and dig underneath the roots.	2	WritingPrompts
[WP] There is a bush, called the Wishing Shrub, which grows a small number of leaves each year. If you pluck one, and make a wish, it's likely to come true.	2	WritingPrompts
[WP] Last night, the media got video of a building uprooting itself, walking across the street, and settling down in a different empty lot.	2	WritingPrompts
[WP] Goodbye, my only friend. Oh, you thought I meant you? That would be funny, if it weren't so sad.	2	WritingPrompts
[WP] One person. One army. One will... Two friends.	2	WritingPrompts
[WP] "What does it mean, when the whole world has been lying to you for your entire life? What does it mean when your best friend is an actor, when your family is a fake. What does it mean when you can't even trust your own body?"	2	WritingPrompts
[RF] "I want to know. Tell me everything! ...Please?"	2	WritingPrompts
[WP] "Who are you, that I should bow down? I have no cause to respect your legacy."	2	WritingPrompts
[WP] The small dagger was whispering in my head, words of comfort and friendship and truth. I couldn't help but wonder who else it had talked with before it came to me.	2	WritingPrompts