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I crouched down behind the regal lion, peeking out to see if my pursuer was close by.
His muffled voice reached my ears.
"Emily! I'm going to find you!
I held my breath, suppressing the urge to run to a safer hiding place. His gigantic hands appeared, seemingly from nowhere, and plucked me from my protective Leo.
A giggle erupted as he hoisted me onto his shoulders.
"Dad!" I squirmed.
"I found you," he gloated as he strode noisily across the pebbled path and out of the maze.
My mum nearly killed me when I was 16. I thought she was psycho.
It turns out that karma really is that proverbial bitch.
My girl, she's nearly 16, is making me look like I'm some kind of meglomanic demon from a Wes Craven flick; I keeep checkig the mirror for signs of physical change.
Makes me wonder if my sweet Grandma was psycho.
Her face shone. She looked just as I'd fantasised she would as she walked down the aisle.
However, I knew what'd seen at the window: defiling heself the very eve before our union.
Thank God for Don John's honour or I would have been boundin marriage to this whore.
She looked as calm as alake on a breezeless summer's day. Until I spoke.
If not for my brother's honour!
My lasting comfort is staring down at her shameless face.
Don John - he has redeemed himself.
He fell into the icy water as the boat tipped on end. He heard his dad cry out in a voice he'd never heard. He could barely cry out in reply. But he tried until he felt his dad's arms wrap around him.