In a world where the sassafras could be smelled on every street and the vanilla lilies could
also be smelled from every ditch and backwards piece of woods. In that kind of world,
it was still soooooo hard to find a Guardian Force. Everyone my age was dating their
Guardian Forces junctioned to them while I was sediment at the bottom of the river.
The only person who was undated like me was Jane Dough, who hated my guts. No
matter what I tried, she would not "partner" with me.
Then one day, when the ducks were aligned, marching in crosses down the roads,
there was an epitome to me. I began to stop every car that drove by my town, hoping
to get a date out of one of them. Many times I was nearly ran over. A few times I got a
ride with some strangers who let me close for a while, but ultimately discarded me, leaving
me to be picked up by the police. But least of all did I expect!!!!!!!!!! Jane Dough, riding in
her Wagon Caravan, came to me. She seemed quite so very eager to brin