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Regi's Story by Rat2rrjHey, Reg! yelped a voice.
The dusty wind blew through Regis purple and gold streaked rat fur as his friend ran up to him. Did you do anything, other than moping, while I was gone searching for food? asked Pete. Regi nodded to his canine pal.
Yes, actually I programmed the wrecked spaceship we found to fly us to Earth, where well get some help from the locals. The black and grey puppy sighed, patting Regi on the back.
I know how you feel, Reg. Remember, Im your orphan farmhand without a poké to his name. I had no say in anything. You, on the other paw, had two great parents
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The Christmas dance had been a hit. Everyone at Kadic attended, and even the teachers were having a good time. The other kids had pushed Odd up on stage, because he could make almost any song instantly hilarious.
"Hey Odd!" Ulrich yelled over the other students, "Sing 'Grandma got run over by a Reindeer'!" The purple clad teen nodded that he heard, and grabbed the mic.
"Oh, Grandma got run over by a reindeer!..." Odd made an even better parody of the song than its original singers. Aelita and Jeremie were cracking up at Odd's antics. By the time Odd reached the part where, "...They should never give a license, to
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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