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If you couldn't guess I'm transmigrating my works and also I'm sorry that my grammar can be bad, I do understand and ut us a sticking point of shame for me, I'm genuinely trying my best to work it out
Sparky didn't get any sleep that night, millions of thoughts flashing through his mind, of the horrific fate of the rat at his hand, that too. Played through his mind as he stared at his hand in the early morning, as the twilight of the pre full dawn sunshine shot through his window, the low...
"So Brian…did anything interesting happen today?" Sparky's mother, one miss Maria Johnson asked slowly as they ate dinner, staring quizzically at her son, wearing his winter gloves at the table, the thick leather gloves with wool padding she had gotten him during winter break.
"Hmm? Oh no, not...
With surprising speed, Sparky had made it home, making sure with all his will to avoid the party house, the unnerving feeling itself still wracking his body as he left the forest's edge, mind blank otherwise however as the series of events ran through his mind over and over.
"I…I killed...
Luckily for Sparky it was a sunday and school was out.
Getting dressed as quickly as he could, in the same clothes he remembers wearing yesterday, a feeling of warmth still within them that felt strange, as if he had just taken them off. Yet no matter how he looked at it, it was as if they were...
I'll preface this now, this will include serious matter material, such as assault of the sexual kind, though it is not a main theme,.
Also yes I know my grammar sucks I'm working on it, words are just hard
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Earth bet 2010 August.
Nervous.
'He could definitely say he was nervous'...