I'm not going to write these though...
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I moved my hand over the wooden desk."They're coming right?"
His eyes met mine."I think. Probably. They're around every bloody corner."
I shook with fear."Why can't they just open the door though?"
"They're dumber than a bag of nails."
I couldn't help but smile."This is why we're friends."
"We we're good friends before any of this,"he said, lying down next to me.
"But why can't I remember?"
"Amnesia,"he said, hugging me,"You've got Amnesia."
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Flipping love Amnesia! Best game EVAR
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His hand grabbed mine. I screamed. He pulled me further into the woods.
"Shut the heck up!"he whispered.
"Why should I?"I yelled.
"They are looking,"he said, his voice trembling."People and those things."
I brushed my hand over my katana."They won't hurt us; not on my watch."
"And with Whoopi Goldberg over there,"he laughed.
"You really are the Sly Fox,"I laughed.
"And you're my sweet cupcake,"and he kissed me.
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Someone come up with an iHasCupquake and SlyFoxHound ship name. EEEEEEEEE!
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"I said, stop the train!"she yelled.
"I won't let you. It's only a few more miles."
"He's having a freaking heart attack!"
"So?"
"So? So?! He's your dad!"
"And the abusive one, and the one that chopped Ross' head off. He's the one that ate Raavi's cooked leg!"
She shuddered."But he's the only one we got."
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IDK...I've got a dirty mind...
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The Ghost Advice Horse Journal
Random2 cups of random, a teaspoon of requests, a pinch of rants, 1/2 a cup of best friends, and 2 cups of stories. Mix it up. This is the recipe for disaster.