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The Prince And The Prisoner 02
As Claire and I left the room to let Zen have her rest, I told the guard to not to let anyone else in so she would be safe. When we got to an empty corridor, Claire stopped in front of me and turned to give me a devilish grin. "You like her." She bluntly taunted.
"I do not!" I denied. Sure, I found her somewhat attractive, but that didn't mean I liked her.
"Then why are you blushing?" She smirked. I looked away in embarrassment.
"That's nothing." I mumbled.
"Come on, kid," a ghastly male voice echoed through the empty hall, "even I noticed how you were looking at her." In a small puff of black smoke, a gengar remate
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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