September Eleventh

September Eleventh

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The year was two-thousand and one. It seemed like just an ordinary Tuesday but little did Alfred F. Jones know but today would be one of the worst days of his life.
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Alfred was never allowed to go to the upper world. One day with his friends Antonio and Matthias they escaped and went to London. They changed into their human forms and explore the city for their own personal reason. They agreed to meet in week at the Big Ben. They went their separate ways. Alfred walked around the city admiring the scenery and accidentally walked into someone. "Watch it, wanker," the figure with green eyes and messy blonde hair said. "I'm sorry," Alfred said. The figure shrugged and walked away. After a bit of exploring, Alfred came across a coffee and tea shop. He shrugged and walked in, only to see the figure again... Who is this figure? Will Alfred feel the human emotion called love(what he thought was silly) Will the figure return the feeling? What happens when his brother Francis knows about this? Will they live happily ever after... Or Will it end in tragedy? Read to find out❣ (Also includes a little bit spamano and dennor)

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