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An Eevee's StoryAn Eevee's Story
Chapter 1 ~ First Day
The sunlight shone into the little room of Emmi, a female Eevee who lived on the outskirts of the forest near a small town. Emmi's parents had decided to move here because of problems they were having with neighbors who had concerns about Emmi. Emmi had been born with a special birthmark on her forehead that their neighbors feared were markings of an evil creature. To escape, her parents decided to move away in order to avoid criticism from the community.
Emmi had no memory of when she had lived in her hometown, so she had made friends in her new home. Today was Emmi's first day of kindergarten at the local school in the area, and she was up and ready early that morning because she was so excited.
"Mom! Dad! Wake up! You promised you'd take me to my
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"Hey, sis! We're about to leave!", Dan said as he was heading for the door.
"Aw, so soon?", Star called after him.
It had been nearly three months since the incident with Raiu. Star had a melt down before the three of them got home that night, and everyone had decided that she was going to need help getting through the next week or two. After a week or so, she still didn't show signs of getting over it, and everyone realized that they had to stay with her longer. Now, Dan and his kids were getting ready to go, and Star was saddened by this.
"Sorry, sis, but we need to go back to what remains of our house and get everything that survived.", he told her slowly. "After that, we have to find a new place to live. If it makes
1420 MHzHe keeps a list wadded in the depths of his front, left pocket: where he holds his keys, and the forgotten/abandoned shell of a lone pistachio. The list is his biography, written in the shape of Argentine Spanish:
Me gustan los tomates en verano.
Yo amo a mi novio.
Nos besamos. (Mi novio chupa mis dedos de los pies.)
Las estrellas cantan sus canciones.
Mi nombre no es Eduardo.
Vivo con Jacobi ahora.
His pants are wadded, now, on summer-warmed hardwood; his shirt is draped over the back of a cane-back chair, the most incongruous of antiques in Jacobi’s tech-nerd lair. Headphones clamp his ears, and fill his head with the lisping whisper of interstellar hydrogen, broadcasting itself at a neat 1420 MHz. Bedroom is the wrong word for a place like this, despite the sorts of furnishings one might expect. There is a bed, a dresser, a bookshelf and two nightstands cramped with magazines, graphic novels. An alarm clock
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