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"He called me WHAT?" Lisa yelled at the top of her lungs, causing a picture frame to fall off of the kitchen wall. "Why that little... when I get my hands on him I'll..." Lisa growled, making strangling motions with her hands in an eerily similar way as their father would.
"Just forget it; he was saying it to hurt me, not you," said Bart as he sat at the kitchen table with Lisa directly across from him. Lisa had kept pestering him until he finally let her in on the fight he'd had with Milhouse. A persistent one she was, but he knew that she only had his best interest in mind and it did feel good to get it off his chest and to confide in someone.
"It's no big deal really. Everyone knows you're as pure as snow Lis," Ba
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His excitement mounted as he neared Burns' Manor, peddling as fast as his old hand-me-down bike would carry him. He couldn't wait to show Mr. Burns a smile that wasn't full of metal for once. He skidded to a stop directly in front of the black, wrought iron gates. These strange, new feelings he'd developed for Mr. Burns were a little scary and at times overwhelming for the sixteen-year-old to fully understand.
It wasn't that he was naive about such matters of the heart, but it was the fact that this was Mr. Burns he was dealing with, a man of the world. A real old fashioned gentleman with refined taste and all the frills of the posh lifestyle. He had really lived the high life and had rubbed elbows with the best of them from celebrities to the big-shot millionaires.
He'd had a life full of adult experiences, gorgeous women, a closet full of expensive clothes and shiny polished shoes. What could he possibly ever see in little Waylon Smithers Jr, a mere ghost of his f
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Bart continued to watch the tall, slender ex-con as he raked the leaves into a neat pile. He had on an aubergine sweater and a gray scarf artfully draped around his neck and... was he wearing jeans? He couldn't ever remember a time when Bob had worn jeans, the two just didn't seem to go in the same sentence, yet there he was wearing black jeans like they were a second skin. It was an odd enough a thing for him to notice so he pushed those thoughts aside, determined to find out something about the mysterious Sideshow Bob. Just what he was searching for, he wasn't really sure.
A slight breeze had started to pick up and Bart watched on with keen interest as the pile of leaves Bob had labored over so tirelessly began to scatter, just a little at first and then a huge breeze came along, scattering his leaves to all corners of the park. Bob sighed, his posture slouching with frustration. Bart was far enough away that he couldn't be seen as lo