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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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As weeks past and it was nearing Christmas, things with the house guests began to deteriorate even more. They were no longer in the honeymoon phase and neither Cosette nor Cassie had found a job yet, not that they were putting much effort into looking, mind you with the internet and World of Warcraft taking up much of their time. Cosette's black cat Tiki had constantly been fighting with the Simpson's cat Snowball, but had secretly had a litter of three solid black kittens under the bed, Snowball being the likely father of them considering they only fought when she wasn't in heat. Bart, Lisa and Maggie had quickly claimed one each, Bart's being a male which he'd named Chance. On the downside, Cosette's big black lab that they kept chained up outside wouldn't let anyone whatsoever out into the backyard except for it's owners.
Marge had already had her hands full keeping up the house before they came, but things seemed even harder on her now with Coset
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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
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Two souls entwined by fate.
Similar in spirit,
blinded by hate.
A thirst for revenge unending.
your retribution pending.
Sins of the past,
never meant for it to last.
The precipice of reconciliation,
That you and I aren't so different you see,
but you will never know truly what you mean to me.
Yet this rage is forever seething.
A feeling indescribable.
A craving, undeniable.
It's almost intoxicating,
To see you shaking, watch you quaking.
Your pain, my exhilaration.
Your fear, my salvation.
from my depths arisen.
My own asylum.
My eternal prison.
An endless cycle,
of hate and indifference.
Of pleas unheard,
Never to be taken.
The devil's bidding,
A heart never relinquishing,
Of an unfinished task.
A murder never come to pass.
No use repenting.
Never sorry, never lamenting.
Now it's time to pay the price.
Cold, silver bl