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Fairy Tale Part 1, Ch. 1Once upon a time, there was a princess. (As everbody knows, all fairy-tales start with a princess, and so I shall start mine with a princess.) She lived in a grand castle with her grandfather, the king. Being a princess, of course she was very rich, and always had everything a princess could ever want. But the princess was not happy. Oh, she was not spoiled, for she was a very sweet, well tempered girl; all she wanted was one simple thing. A friend. That was it. She needed nothing else. There were no other children in the castle, and her grandfather was, as he said, 'much too busy, dear, much too busy' to play with herFairy Tale Part 1, Ch. 1
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Ragdoll Boy, Part 1. Ch. 5"A year ago, I was... created. I wasn't born, like you were. My father dug up the body of a previously killed teenager for an expirement with regenerating tissue. He replaced the brain and some other organs and sent electricity through the body to bring it back to life. That teenager was me. I'm held together with stiches. Like a... ragdoll boy." Jane was in shocked silence. Her brain couldn't accept this information. How could she? After a second of thought, she passed out.Ragdoll Boy, Part 1. Ch. 5
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Jane woke up in the nurse's office, her head pounding the beat to a tribal son
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Ragdoll Boy Part 1 Ch. 4Jane stood in the middle of the hallway, staring at this boy; he was so incredibly different, he might have been from another world. "What were those stiches on your hand...?" She whispered. Victor looked away, but answered the question. "I've always had them. Ever since I was..." He searched for the word, "Born." Jane looked into his deep, dark eyes. "Why?" He took a deep breath, and she braced herself for whatever answer he might give her.Ragdoll Boy Part 1 Ch. 4
"I......I want to tell you..." He said. "If I could, then everyone would know. If I could change the way I am, I would...." But the bell rang before he cou
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it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly
The silence isn't so bad
Till i look at my hands and feel sad
'cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly
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my mellow hath been harshed... TT-TT
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ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US
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it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly
The silence isn't so bad
Till i look at my hands and feel sad
'cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly
--
my mellow hath been harshed... TT-TT
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ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US
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it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly
The silence isn't so bad
Till i look at my hands and feel sad
'cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly
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Fiddlesticks
1: a violin bow
2: something of little value : trifle
plural : nonsense —an interjection
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my mellow hath been harshed... TT-TT
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ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US
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