Picking Up the PiecesShe already knew when she picked up the phone.Picking Up the Pieces
She knew what they were going to say.
"Hey Lena, it's Duo."
"Hello."
Empty.
Hollow.
That's how her voice had sounded ever since he'd left.
"Lena…you might want to sit down for this."
One tear dripped onto the paper at the desk.
Then two.
And a few more.
"He's dead, isn't he?"
His voice was choked when he responded.
"Yes."
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Relena had always known that she and Heero could never have a normal life.
Perceptions of the InnocentThe first night she went to the Midnight Carnival, Nan told Darcie to go to bed early, because she had broken her doll again. As Nan tucked Darcie in and told her what a bad girl she had been before kissing her on the forehead and leaving the room, neither the nurse nor the girl had any idea of the adventures in store for that night.Perceptions of the Innocent
Darcie was restless. Darcie did not want to go to bed early. Darcie was not tired. Darcie wanted to play.
A flutter by the window; what could it be? Out of curiosity, Darcie pushed the covers away from her little body and climbed out of bed, going to the window and putting her hands on t
I just realized...
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Put this in your signature if you or someone you know is fighting, has survived, or has died in a Pokemon battle.
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"We've invented most of the stuff that we need and now we're just messing about"
-Karl Pilkington
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from boondock saints:
Rocco: Fuckin'- What the fuckin'. Fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking... How did you two fucking fucks...
[shouts]
Rocco: Fuck!
Connor: Well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.
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*** nature is everything ***
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