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Alright, let's start at the beginning...WHO gave you the sugar...?
About Me: Obsessive, irrational, melodramatic, super villain.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good"
My communities
She said, "I don't know what you did it for."
She said, "I don't know what you did it for at all."
What Are You Doing Right Now?: I'm happily eating a digestive biscuit covered in peanut butter and
strawberry jam, lying on my bed while typing this up on my sister's notebook and listening to 'Run' by Amy MacDonald on youtube.
...I so need a notebook...
"You're a spy, aren't you?" "No, I'm not…I'm not a spy! Please don't hurt me!" "Listen, I'm
not going to hurt you. The Torture Master is."
Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago
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And finally, everything worked out just fine.
Christmas was saved, though there wasn't much time.
But after that night, things were never the same-
Each holiday now knew the other ones' name.
And though that one Christmas things got out of hand,
I'm still rather fond of that skeleton man.
So many years later I thought I'd drop in,
and there was old Jack still looking quite thin,
with four or five skeleton children at hand
playing strange little tunes in their xylophone band.
And I asked old Jack, "Do you remember the night
when the sky was so dark and the moon shone so bright?
When a million small children pretending to sleep
nearly didn't have Christmas at all, so to speak?"
And would you, if you could, turn that mighty clock back
to that long, fateful night, now think carefully, Jack.
Would you do the whole thing all over again,
knowing what you know now, knowing what you knew then?"
And he smiled, like the old Pumpkin King that I knew,
then turned and asked softly of me, "Wouldn't you?"
The midday sky was dark and overcast. Great murky grey clouds hung suspended in the static air, lingering, threatening. In their own way, the dark clouds above echoed Vereor's current mood, and Vereor appreciated it. The first booming roll of thunder heralded the rain. Absolute torrents of it. He watched as the previously parched ground became an almost instant puddle, the rain lashing against the stone walls of the nearest building, rattling the wooden shutters in their window and spraying from the smooth surface of the roof tiles.
Vereor stood under the roofed gallery that ran the length of the North side of the Guild leaning against one of the many open
arches, hood up, arms folded, his cloak pulled tightly around him. People were dashing for cover, running to the nearest inn, arms and baskets raised over
their heads. Amazing, really, how quickly rain could clear a street of inhabitants. Convenient might be the better term. At least, Vereor thought so.
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