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There's a call that comes in the night in her dreams. It's beckoning her to leave behind everything and everyone she's ever known. She finds it hard to resist, hard to find the courage to block it out. It's easy to not listen when you're awake, hard to ignore when you're asleep. You have no control over your ears then. It reverberates deep in her chest and finds voice in her unconsciousness.
The word entered her mouth like a lemon. It's funny, she doesn't think of it often. It's not a word that is easy to use. Sundried. Even now, she's not sure why she's compelled to say it. Maybe it's the sound of it. The taste of it in her mouth that pushes this mental urge to say, "sundried." Maybe she's just hungry. She can't be certain.
Leverage is the name of an amazing show that sadly has been cancelled. I love the concept of evil guys turning good and using their skills for good. It's kind of amusing because the idea that bad guys have more skills then good guys is kind of true. Since they've run cons before they know how to bend the rules to suit the outcome rather than living by the code of ethics and not understanding how the bad guy thinks. Which ultimately makes them bad for getting revenge.
Jack really liked robots. Really loved them actually. When he saw the ancient Toshime robot sitting int he corner of the attic he had to stop and pause for a second. These were extremely rare toys and hard to find. Yet, here was one, sitting with a layer of dust and dirt in HIS attic.
The acoustic conditions were prefect in the dark attic. Jack wasn't entirely sure why, usually attics aren't as well insulated as the rest of the house. Yet, when he whispered on one side of the attic Kendra could hear him on the other side. It was fascinating, but a bit frightening. He wondered if it was on purpose. There's no way you could ever have a secret in this attic.
The woman was hysterical. Some women writers would probably write that she was almost hysterical, but that never made sense to me. Either you are hysterical or you're not. Finding out that your oldest child was nearly drown in a Chocolate River -- that counts for BEING hysterical. not ALMOST hysterical.
Jack's room has a ton of bookshelves. His favorite bookshelf is a dark, walnut piece of craftsmanship that has engraved pirate boats along the edge. His books he sits there are full of blood-thirsty pirates, large treasures and ravenous sea monsters. No ordinary book may sit here -- only those books that scream of adventure.
The alumni were centered around the old wooden table. Who can see us? Carla wondered to herself. it was like some shadowy figure had eyes on them. Even though she knew it wasn't true. If they could see them assembled there, they'd know the truth. The truth being that they had come to take the school down. The school they used to love was going to burn. It would be the end.
Jack was determined to make it through the day without barfing. It seems like a great goal on the surface. Not barfing is essential to the other goal in Jack's life "looking cool". If one does not look cool one can not get a girlfriend. If one doesn't have a girlfriend than one is at a loss.
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