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Hey Now, PrincessHey now, Princess
Why do you always worry?
Rest on my shoulder
You don't need to hurry
Hey now, Baby
No need to cry
You want the truth
Not a lie
Hey now, Sweetheart
I know how it hurts
They want you to change
But you don't gotta convert
Hey now, Honey
Your bruises are showing
But when the going gets tough
The tough get going
Hey now, Princess
I'm cut up too
I've been here all this time
Fighting just for you.
Barren Warren- Ch 10Kinda short, but I’m crunched on time. What can I say, Calculus takes effort and time and it’s at constant war with Medical Terminology.
Anyways, me no own, please enjoy, and I make no money off this.
When they arrived at the Santoff Clausen, the yetis were already on standby to take Pitchiner to the medical wing without more than a few ordering grunts and fast paced hand motions. Jack wanted to follow him, but Tooth pulled him away from the chaos that surrounded the former general.
“Jack!” Tooth hushed as she brought his fluffy head into her chest, coddling him like a child who’d had a nightmare.
“Tooth, what’s happening?” Jack whispered with as much strength as his worn body would allow.
“North said to be on standby when you landed. After all these years, we didn’t know if Pitch would be ok back in his real body.” Tooth said as she started wiping off the dirt and dead leaves from t
Superfamily - School problems
Peter was sitting in the corridor of his elementary school. His feet were dangling from the chair as he was waiting for his father to come out of the director's office. He was startled. A big purple bruise was around his eye. He just started elementary school a few weeks ago and already got into a fight. What was worse, he hurt the other kid. Unintentionally of course, they were arguing and when the other kid hit him, Peter just pushed him away and the kid fell, bumping his head on some cabinets, severing his lip. The kid was crying, teachers were screaming at Peter and he just stood there frightened, not knowing what will happen next. He was supposed to wait in the corridor until one of his fathers comes. He thought that Steve will come, but it was Tony. He just eyed his son, looking carefully at Peter's bruise and snarled at him to wait, and rushed into the director's office. So, he waited.
Tony was sitting in front of the director. Usually it was Steve who was taking care of school
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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