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She looked at the feast set before her, eyeing the exquisite chocolate cake in the middle, but this wasn't meant for her, she was just to watch.
Amy looked at the sticky oozing orange stuff that was on her desk. How could such and tiny thing leave this much goo? She had tried scrubbing the residue off to no avail.
She slammed it shut. Why in the world did she even open in the first place. She was warned, and yet curiosity got better of her. Ryan looked at her expectantly and she shook her head.
I was tired, dehydrated and irritated. The blasted engine had taken all day and when I had thought I fixed it the first time it decided to comp out on me again. So here I am on the side of the road with my broken down car and a dead cell, how could today get any worse?
Although the ratings for the show went down the writers continued to hope that the show would succeed in some way not to be canceled.
The children lined up, ready to go on stage the audience waited with anticipation. Everything was ready to go just as planed. This was going to be the best damn Best Christmas Pageant Ever production the school had ever done.
We lit the torch before we went down the steps. Not knowing what to expect Killa took out her dagger and took point in front of me as we went down the stairs.
"You know this isn't going to end well?"
"Yeah, but there's nothing I can do about it."
"What about a petition?"
"Maggie I love you, erm, where do we start?"
She watched as he walked out of their door - no not their door - as he walked out of her door. As it closed all her love, all her belief that he was a inherently good evaporated like fog.
We were recycled and brought back to life. Our bodies were different, but our minds were still intact. How could they do this to us. And why the hell am I asking you it's not as if you ever answer back - stupid fourth wall I can break you, but you can't answer back.
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