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I'd come for you _ Generator Rex It was a spring day, Anna was walking in the park and then in the forest.
She wore a black leather jacket, white blouse, blue jeans and her hair was without ponytail. (Soon I will draw her in this style )
Yellow maple fell directly on her hand, she smiled.
It was a day when her family moved to Canada, she was sad a bit.
"This is a wonderful place, is not it?" Anna heard a familiar voice and turned around.
"You?!" Anna look on Van Kleiss.
"What's wrong?" He said.
"Nothing..." Anna look up on the sky.
"Here are your parents met in this place..." He said.
"Wow. Really?" Anna said.
"Yeah." Van Kleiss said.
They stood in silence for a few minutes.
"You look pretty today." Van Kleiss said.
"Really? I am not look like on myself..." she said.
"You awesome like always." He smiled.
Anna was blushing.
He was distracted.
"Your parents would be proud of you ... I am proud of you..." V
Little story about Kahlan Kahlan was angry or sad because of Cole... And regret that she have secret from him. About that she become friends with his enemy, Carson.
She was with her father.
When she met him she hugged him.
"Daddy..." She hugged him.
"Hi, my dear, I am so sorry, I don't want to kill you, I am haven't a chance." He said.
"It's okey now, I am forgive you..." She said.
"Well, what's new?" Orion asked.
"Well, my boss so sick... And I am don't know when I am see him again or already never..."
"Don't be so negative..." Orion said.
"And Iam have secret from him..." Kahlan said.
"Maybe say him anyway... Don't know..." Orion said.
"He'd kill me if I am said it... I am will drop a hint."
"Ok. Want to see your brother?" Orion asked.
"Yeah, I am so want to see him and mother." Kahlan said.
They walk Away.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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