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Hey. This Is just some place where I can get rid of my Mostly fiction. Not based on anyone's life, including me. For the non-fiction, you should It's at the link section :) Leave a message before you go continue your :D (c)Copyrighted to Debbie Lea G. Unless you have that name, you leave my [whatveryouwannacallit] alone. If you steal anything, you'll be leaving with several broken limbs.
Monday, December 29, 2008
"You always have no faith in anyone." I stayed quiet. "Do you know what happens when you don't believe in things? Bad stuff. Take faeries for instance..." "What is it with you and your damn faeries?" I finally yelled. "Christ." He continued on as if I didn't say anything. "If you say out loud that you don't believe, a faerie somewhere dies. You have to clap your hands to make it right again." "I don't believe in faeries." He looked up at me with pain in his eyes. "Don't say that." I looked at him with anger. "I don't believe in faeries." It started raining. "Since when, come on, stop kidding around." "I don't believe in faeries." "Stop it!" He started getting angry. "I don't believe in faeries." His hand connected with my face just like I knew it would. "Damn it. What the hell is wrong with you." "I don't believe in faeries." His anger flared again but this time he just left me there with tears sliding down my face. I slipped down onto the ground and waited until I knew he was gone. I sat on the cold, hard wet cement and started clapping my hands. "I do believe in faeries, I do believe in faeries, I do believe in faeries." I repeated over and over again. Deb's Note: I just watched Peter Pan ._.
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