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Cally smiled. "Even."

"But I don't suppose you pay much attention to cake," Cally said. "So we're even."

((I'd love to, but I might not be able to do a bunch right now.))

"Looks pretty good," Cally said looking at it. "But I don't pay much attention to graffiti."

((Winking? I meant working. Silly autocorrect.))

Cally glanced the paint cans. "Art isn't really my expertise. Unless frosting a cake counts."

Cally looked the girl trying to hide her paint. She was dropping them everywhere. "That's not winking out to well, huh?"

Oh, okay. I hope I'm invited!

I posted first. :)

Cally walked around the park. She had closed down the bakery for the day, as she hadn't been feeling well.

Okay. I'll think of a reason for Cally to be there.

Nope.

Okay.

I don't know... Wherever is fine with me.

I've got Cally.

Yeah! I am glad to get any feedback! The one I was talking about is called the Originals

I kinda dabble in a lot of things. I have a Dystopian (is that how you spell it?) and science fiction thing here on goodreads.

No. I'm as good a poet as Apollo. I, do, however, write stories.

Nope. Completely unoriginal. I stole it from the quotes section of goodreads. I would like to think I'm that funny though.

That's a quote. It's from Maximum Ride.

A Poem
By Max

White is the color of little bunnies with pink noses.
White is the color of fluffy clouds fluffing their way across the sky.
White is the color of angel's wings and Angel's wings.
White is the color of brand-new ankle socks fresh out of the bag.
White is the color of crisp sheets in schmancy hotels.
White is the color of every last freaking, gol-danged thing you see for endless miles and miles if you happen to be in Antarctica trying to save the world, which now you aren't so sure you can do because you feel like if you see any more whiteness-Wonder Bread, someone's underwear, teeth-you will completely and totally lose your ever-lovin' mind and wind up pushing a grocery cart full of empty cans around New York City, muttering to yourself.

That was my first poem ever.
Okay, so it's not Shakespeare, but I liked it.

I have a character free.