Red wolf and blue moon

Red wolf and blue moon

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"Al final caperucita tiro a la mierda la canasta y se fue con el lobo..." «Pronto te encontrare, mi luna...» «¿Donde estas principe azul?» Se prohibe cualquier tipo de copia o adaptacion sin mi concentimiento previo. Esta historia es 100% creada por mi. Las frases usadas en esta historia NO son mias. Espero que les guste, voten y comenten Cualquier error ortografico , pueden comentarlo y sera inmediatamente arreglado.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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