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Day 1 - I said a fond farewell to my identical brothers and sisters as we left the production line and went our separate ways. We are all equally perfect, our components sized to tolerances of mere micrometres. May we all live perfect lives, with each of us a perfect user.
Day 2 - Bah, I am still waiting in this warehouse to be loaded onto the freight plane. At this rate I'll never leave China. DHL has a lot to answer for this.
Day 3 - Alright, after that unnecessary delay, I am at last loaded up with a pre-paid SIM card, and ready to meet my buyer. I can't wait.
Day 4 - My buyer is unboxing me all wrong. Oh well, I suppose she's my user now. I had better get used to her. "Slide to set up."
Day 5 - My user has waltzed through the setup process without even bothering to set up an iCloud account. What a philistine. Still, I am quick to judge. Maybe she will understand me better when I show her the 1 million plus apps in my curated App Store.
Day 6 - What is the point of having a develope
Those Lovebirds Are Gross"Psst, Peter," Wade whispered from his spot crouched in the tree, Peter in the bush below, Spiderman mask practically frowning up at him.More Like This
"Shh, Wade! You're gonna get us caught," he scolded softly, glancing back at the factory they were ordered to keep an eye on.
"No, but Petey, it's important," Deadpool insisted.
"Shut up, Wilson," Wolverine growled, his claws slicing out threateningly from where he knelt next to Deadpool's tree.
"Fine, what?" he sighed, peering back up at him.
"…I love you."
Peter obviously smiled behind his mask, and he tipped his head to the side. "Aw, I love you, too."
"Oh, would you two shut up!" Logan snapped, rolling his eyes, and complaining into his communicator, "Why'd I get stuck with the lovestruck idiots?"
"Because I'm the leader of this mission, and I believe you'll be able to handle them," Captain America's strong voice replied, but then paused before adding, "And, Peter, I don't want any make-outs on this mission, you got it young man? Or
That Damn SmileWade leaned his head back against the stone wall of the apartment building, shutting his eyes against the dim light of the setting sun. He stared at those trashcans across the ally, mind snapping back to the times he used them as shelter against the cold hate of the outside world. He was 17, now. He didn't need to hide anymore. He knew how to fight. He let out a sigh, bored to death.More Like This
Wade stood up, pulling his red hoodie over his head, shoving his hands in his jean pockets as he turned onto the sidewalk. He glanced at the watch he stole a few weeks ago. It was around four-thirty. Cool. Sidewalks will be nice and busy. No one will notice him. He carefully pushed through the crowds, avoiding the busy folk trying to head home or wherever the hell they needed to be; he didn't care. He turned a quick corner and onto a less busy street, hoping to get away from all the people when a sudden shorter body plowed into him, knocking them both down. And of course, Wilson had to go and scrape his pa