by myth; » Thu Dec 15, 2011 4:12 am
Striker was outside looking at the sun and the planes that flew threw it, he rememberd when that was him sawing thew the air. Thinking about it made his eyes misty, but he soon rubbed it away he then slid down the side of the doors sighing, he felt so alone and sad but he did not want to admit it.
I've quit chicken smoothie.
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sticks and stones may break our bones...
... But words can be fatal.
Be mindful of the feelings of others and treat them how you want to be treated.