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A simple fence is what spereated us from being together. Needless to say, it drove me crazy that I was missing the time of my life because I was grounded, but I didn't really feel like letting a fence stop me either.
The vase stood there, lonely and sullen. Its intricate desgin only added to the fact that it was obviously a Dollar Store purchase - one bought by someone who wouldn't people to think he was a man of class, but one who was too cheap to actually be one.
The lease on the house had been up, and we had to move out. It was heartbreaking - so very heartbreaking. I grew up in this house- and as one of my favorite songs put it, it was the House that built me.
I felt secure in his arms. They were strong, but not too constricting, and powerful - but not overbearing. I felt safe with him.
Bear. Thats what we use to call him. The man had a hair so wild and uncontrolled, and with a physique that was the size of a grown lion, you could see where he got it from. But, in reality, he was actually a very nice guy - one who wouldn't hurt anything if he had a choice.
Chaos was an understatment. This place was the lesser version of Hell. All around me ran people with places to go and people to see - which was a lot more then I could ssay for myself.
The Man, the Myth, the Legend. That is what I am. Ultimately, I'm just here to make sure the good people of the city get a good nights sleep, without some creep smashing in to their houses and raping them brutally. I am Batman.
The mud covered nicely over the big, thick tires that held my Silverado perfectly. I loved the truck, but my girlfriend hardely agreed with me keeping it. Which meant putting it for sale, and therefore - breaking my heart.
What we had in common was, well, nothing. Me and my father had so estranged for so long - it was hard to see what we would do on a road trip to New Orleans together.
I saluted the army offical as we rode past him, as I had always been instructed to do. But I wasn't sure what it meant, to be honest. The rule of military on my island made it hard to understand things, and more often then not - it was a simple matter of doing it rather then understanding why.
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