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The ship went slowly by. The little table we managed to ravage to keep us floating was quickly absorbing seawater. It was just a matter of time. The end was near.
Does anybody think about the possible outcomes? About what it could entail? Sure, you can do this, I don't mind, really. It doesn't matter whether I like it or not, it is your choice. Having said that, I really think you ought to think of the consequences. We can't afford to lose again.
It was meant to be a surprise for a little Helen. We asked her to come in, with her eyes covered, and we made her step in front of the box. When she uncovered her eyes, she saw the most amazing gift anyone could've given her: a new box to play with.
There was nothing left in me. Nothing. I had nothing to offer, nothing to give, not even my own blood. I was dehydrated, for they had drained me completely. I was dry, I was pure sand.
She was in all the magazines of the time. Everybody wanted to interview her, photograph her, feature her in articles and whatnot. She was certainly the Mrs. of the time. We didn't mind the attention -God knows that-, but we certainly didn't appreciate the paparazzi showing up every other day in our backyard.
'I refuse to do it,' said Timmy. 'You can't make me'.
The struggle of Timmy's mother to make him understand that it was absolutely necessary for him to have his medicine proved unsuccessful. Timmy would not wake up the next morning...
It's only a natural consequence. You did this, you'll have that. He did this, that'll happen to him. Never forget the chain, boys.
We walked side by side the entire time. We went up, down, left, right, straight. We stopped. At that very moment I asked him whether he trusted me. He said he did. Little did he know something was about to happen to him. He shouldn't have trusted me.