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He looks at her like a godsend,
Believes her name rhymes with miracle.
“That moment in Times Square,
I knew I’d never lose that feeling about you.”
When her face lit up with the flare of a million neon signs,
Beckoning them, selling those dreams dreams dreams.
Her hand in a glove (red polish just starting to chip), and the glove in his hand.
He looks at her like a promise he can’t wait to keep,
Knows her name like a prayer.
Even though she bites her nails to the bone,
Believes in Christmas more than she believes in herself,
Cries over stepping on ladybugs and lost teddy bears,
and her first response to “let’s travel the world,” is
“Isn’t that expensive?”
But he looks at her like a wish coming true,
And her name in his mouth sounds like home.
He remembers her skin under his hands,
And how she looks when she sleeps,
And how much he needs her there today, tomorrow, every day.
The winter is setting in again,
And their ebbing whispers span across the ocean.
Believes her name rhymes with miracle.
“That moment in Times Square,
I knew I’d never lose that feeling about you.”
When her face lit up with the flare of a million neon signs,
Beckoning them, selling those dreams dreams dreams.
Her hand in a glove (red polish just starting to chip), and the glove in his hand.
He looks at her like a promise he can’t wait to keep,
Knows her name like a prayer.
Even though she bites her nails to the bone,
Believes in Christmas more than she believes in herself,
Cries over stepping on ladybugs and lost teddy bears,
and her first response to “let’s travel the world,” is
“Isn’t that expensive?”
But he looks at her like a wish coming true,
And her name in his mouth sounds like home.
He remembers her skin under his hands,
And how she looks when she sleeps,
And how much he needs her there today, tomorrow, every day.
The winter is setting in again,
And their ebbing whispers span across the ocean.
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Welcome to East Prussia
WELCOME TO EAST PRUSSIA
Suddenly, I was awake. My eyes flicked open, and sunlight flooded my vision for the first time in...truth be told, I didn’t remember how long. I tried to sit up, only for my forehead to slam into something hard. Lying back down on the unfamiliar surface beneath me, I let some time pass--both to allow the throbbing in my right temple subside, and to give myself a chance to remember where I was. Even with my eyes shut, light pricked the corners of my eyelids. I was somewhere bright--brighter than anywhere I’d been for months. But where? Cautiously, I opened my eyes once more.
The steel barrel of a
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New York Day 2 Ch.18
• My sandwich lies cold in front of me.
• I'm no longer hungry.
• The man returns to the present.
• Smiles.
• I want to ask 'what then'?
• He seems to know what's on my mind.
• Says that the authorities declared that the guests died in an accidental house fire.
• The manor staff disbanded.
• Hints that the last he heard of Ashton was him working on 'Friendship and something'.
• I ask 'is that a ship'?
• "of sorts." smile.
• What did you do?
• He went off and made a life of my own.
• He stopped living other people's lives.
• Stopped trying
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Coming to Terms - Chapter one
Hey there, glad you could make it. It isn't often you humans trust a Vura. What do you call us? Sirens? Oh, never mind. Let us start with introductions. It would do for you to know who I am, as this will be a long tale and will require several meetings between us. I am Meloku deNysa, a member of the Serkan family. Ah, no need to introduce yourself. I already know who you are.
Now, for my story. Myth and legend both tell us that a hero's story starts with an unusual birth. This should have told me from the start that my sister would be such. After all, I carried her. No, she is not my daughter. I am, to this day, what you would call a vir
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