The Clownfish Effect (UNDECIDED TITLE & COVER)
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Última publicación dom, ago 27, 2017
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"AUNTIE!!" Yamada screamed as his aunt went into cardiac arrest. He ran to the phone and dialed 9-1-1.
"Yama, everything will be okay.." Tadashi said with her final breath before passing out on the floor of the bookstore she had owned for nine years.
"Um, my aunt is on the floor.." Yamada whispered/cried into the phone, while staring at the unconscious body of Tadashi, his aunt.
"An ambulance is on it's way, stay on the line please." The 9-1-1 operator said.
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i do not own any of the media(s) mentioned in this short story. I only own my OC(s) Yamada Kityuji Tadashi Kityuji, and all other characters unless I say so.
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