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I slow down and come to a halt as I slide to the edge of the eaves. This was going to take a while...who would see me dangling up here over this window. I should have said goodbye to that paper when it flew out the window, instead I am hanging up here like an inch worm hangs off of a flower. I guess I get the chance to think, I've been worn down and haven't really been taking the time to think lately...or do anything else, for that matter.Β It has been a month since I have felt like myself. I have been feeling so discouraged about everyt...
She was running out of time. She needed to find Frank, and fast. If only she hadn't lost him in the brush when she had found that stone. That horrible stone! What was she thinking? She should never have touched it when it had that inscription over it.*** Right now, Sandra had a million regrets. She was now racing through the woods, trying to find Frank. She had just touched a stone that had this scripted on a plank above,You Have Entered Through The Wide GateBeware Of Touching The StoneYou Will Regret It What kind of person touches a stone w...
"I have to take you in. You know that, right?" queried Officer Brit. "Well, I know that, but I am not exactly happy with it. I have been running for six years. Until you came along, I would have gotten away with that bank heist." Responded Mark. "I'm sorry, but you should have known better in the first place. Justice always makes right in the end, no matter how far after the crime." Officer Brit said with some sorry at the circumstances. She always felt bad that she couldn't have helped the confused people before they committed a crime and n...
Let's see, maybe a book from one of her favorite authors, or maybe some homemade earrings, oh, maybe a homemade cake...Claira had always heard that homemade things made the best sort of gifts. Maybe she could crochet an afghan and give it to Alice; after all, nothing is too big to give to someone that you are grateful for. Or, she could do several different things and add a "thank you" note to top it off. However, I don't want to make it awkward by giving her something too big, and then everyone would think that I was trying to get on her go...
It had been three long days that Grace had been working on her book assignment for school. Grace hadn't made time in her busy school and work schedule for having a fever for a week and being unable to think clearly during that time. Now, she was playing massive catch-up.She had decided to have an all-nighter and finally finish this book assignment...it was already several days late, as was everything else, but if she got it done, she was sure that the weight of having so much to do would be lifted and she would be able to work more efficient...
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