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Pain is that people not listen to me Pain is seeing not what I do see Pain is hoping that it will get better Pain is that dreams will shatter Pain is feeling the way how I feel Pain is knowing what is not real Pain is describing what I find If I let the fear of pain far behind Pain is not to listen to my fear Pain is not holding you close near Pain is not accepting it all Pain I feel when many tears fall Pain is when you not hear me out Pain I lose if I find a heart of gold Pain I not choose but pain I lose When it is myself who I can't hold So today I chose to let my pain go Today I want that happiness grows Today to my pain I say loud ''NO''! So I go wherever the wind blows Let wash away tears and pain Never ever being lonely again If pain becomes the master It will be also a very big disaster So please listen to me when I say I have now a very bad difficult day Listen to me if emotions overflow Listen to me please ,please let it go Jill

Feeling strong and being alone Happiness today I do own With music inside my little ears I forget suddenly the deepest fears Of course I cry sometimes my tears Of course I change through years My soul is blessed and healthy everyday My soul is happy she have someting to say My soul is not lonely she just carries a lot My soul is beautiful she'll give all she's got My soul is growing stronger by every step My soul sometimes grows also by that Even on the days when I feel like crap I know it was just all inside my head My inspiration is today that I find my way In everything in always what I like to say Jill

This is all my fault, I wish that we could be, But I guess that’s only happening in a dream, Now look at us we’re nothing, I ain’t gonna make you smile again, shit has been on my mind for a while, Upset, you were upset I wanted to know, now I know the truth, And I want to be with you, Now I want to be with you even more, Upset I could cry at any moment, Good things are not meant to last, Now I’m reminiscing on the past, gonna miss your laugh, I’m still thinking about you, lost a friend don’t know what to do, I want to smile, but tears in my eyes are about to flow, There’s so much I need to tell you, I’ma catch you one more time, hopefully that will get you off my mind, If I tell you the truth, my feelings, you need to know about them too, Trapped in my head, dark thoughts in the lead, Oh, my I fucked up this time, our friendship on the line, Teared up in front of you, my bad, but I trust you, That’s why I did what I had to do, I don’t feel like a fool, But giving my time to you, is the best thing that I tried, Promise me you won’t cry, and I won’t cry, Sharing feelings, I know that ain’t bad, so glad, That I could spend some time alone you, glad that I could know, You I’ma do what I do, and continue, Making music, expressing feelings, now you know me at my lowest, Square is complete, seen me, happy, sad, crying, mad, upset, glad, That I could talk, without getting nervous you’re different, I need some good news, (you’re perfect) I’m still thinking about you, lost a friend don’t know what to do, I want to smile, but tears in my eyes are about to flow, There’s so much I need to tell you, I’ma catch you one more time, hopefully that will get you off my mind, If I tell you the truth, my feelings, you need to know about them too, Hope you don’t forget me if I’m honest, I won’t forget about you, Your unforgettable, and I ain’t capable, Of dealing with this, I got comfortable, now I wanna strangle myself with a cable, Until I choke out, until I fadeout, this ain’t PG, that’s my music, that’s just me, At my best, I’m feeling the worst, I should be happy, I hit a major milestone, but now I don’t know, I don’t want to let you go, Go… I’m still thinking about you, lost a friend don’t know what to do, (that’s so true) I want to smile, but tears in my eyes are about to flow, There’s so much I need to tell you, I’ma catch you one more time, hopefully that will get you off my mind, If I tell you the truth, my feelings, you need to know about them too, I will miss you… I’m still thinking about you, lost a friend don’t know what to do, (that’s so true) I want to smile, but tears in my eyes are about to flow, There’s so much I need to tell you, I’ma catch you one more time, hopefully that will get you off my mind, If I tell you the truth, my feelings, you need to know about them too,

I need kisses, hugs, and drugs, They looking to pull the plug, I can’t get enough, I need your love; I can’t get enough… Iron on me, (okay) shaking like a leaf when I don’t got your company, Made this song, for you, and you only, hate it when I’m lonely, That’s one of my properties, it hits fast easily, Ain’t trying to be upset on this track, um so I’ll rap, feelings out, slow and fast, Pray to God that I don’t crash, Without you I’m on an icy road, drugs got me driving slowly, But to be honest they gotta go, I need kisses, hugs, and drugs, They looking to pull the plug, I can’t get enough, I need your love; I can’t get enough… I need kisses, hugs, and drugs, They looking to pull the plug, I can’t get enough, I need your love; I can’t get enough… I need kisses, hugs, and drugs, They looking to pull the plug, I can’t get enough, I need your love; I can’t get enough… You can stay, no need to go, we can take this fast or slow, I prefer a mix of both, you know, (you dig?) Okay, who wants control? You taking over? Or is it my go, To make you happy or is it a mix of both? Uh, kisses, hugs, I can’t get enough, no, Without you I’m on an icy road, drugs got me driving slowly, But to be honest they gotta go, I need kisses, hugs, and drugs, They looking to pull the plug, I can’t get enough, I need your love; I can’t get enough… I need kisses, hugs, and drugs, They looking to pull the plug, I can’t get enough, I need your love; I can’t get enough… I need kisses, hugs, and drugs, They looking to pull the plug, I can’t get enough, I need your love; I can’t get enough… They gotta go, go, and you gotta stay, without you I’m nothing I ain’t gonna play, See the smile on my face, that you gave, to me, throw the frown away, Chilling out to the max, (ayy) throw the pills out uh, don’t need them today, As long as you’re with me, I’ll be okay… I need kisses, hugs, and drugs, They looking to pull the plug, I can’t get enough, I need your love; I can’t get enough… I need kisses, hugs, and drugs, They looking to pull the plug, I can’t get enough, I need your love; I can’t get enough… I need kisses, hugs, and drugs, They looking to pull the plug, I can’t get enough, I need your love; I can’t get enough…

It was a swamp. A damned swamp. Erza wasn't sure what she hated most about about this swamp. Perhaps it was the heat. Perhaps it was the scummy water she wad to walk through, up to her knees. Perhaps it was the humidity. Suddenly an insect flew up her nose. "Ka-CHOO!!!!" Wildly she batted at more of the bugs. They were flying around her face, buzzing, seemingly trying to get into her nose. No, it was definitely the bugs. They were everywhere, hundreds, thousands of them, all seemingly attracted to her, Erza. A shushing sound drew her attention. Erza saw her friend and mentor, Ylarr, looking at her, a stern look on her face. "To warn wanting ye our enemies here we are, aye, lass?" Ylarr shook her silver tressed head. "A bad thing be that, oh aye." "But Ylarr, it flew up my nose!" Erza protested. Yarr nodded. "Do that bugs sometimes, aye, lass. Of them full this swamp be, oh aye." Erza looked around, noting the others in the group. Slyesti, black haired, slender, an

Traveling the tracks, Carrying people and freight. We must stay on time!

R. A. Weldings | An Arkonia Tale - Act 5 Out of hardship, new life is meant to emerge like a Phoenix rising from the ashes of its flame. It certainly seemed that I managed to, with the help of the Weldings of course! So, here is a chapter of my life that I am… extra-fond of. This is when I began forging a name for myself, started pushing myself to my utmost limits, and really began to learn so much more… Naturally, dark things still lingered in my mind, but I’m quite happy to say that the happier times lingered more here... Cries of horror erupted into the cold air, fire flickered all around… and Their chant… That macabre chant an echo in his being. The dusk was stained by the gruesome views that flooded the streets that night… “N-no… Not again… No… NO!” Ryan was jarred awake, nearly flying out of his bed as he sat bolt upright. He desperately sucked air into his heaving lungs as a cold sweat shivered down his shuddering back. He was fifteen now, and had been enjoying the last

Three boys dared each other to go into an old house That sat at the top of the hill just outside of town. The house was old and was falling apart. It seemed to have been abandoned for years. No one could remember who owned the place Nor who even had lived in it, whenever that was. The three boys entered the house at sunset, As they wanted to see who could stay in that place the longest And wanted to make the setting as spooky as possible. They had all packed some snacks and a flashlight with fresh batteries As each of them had planned on staying a while. They gazed about the location. It looked like a house out of an old Hollywood movie, Except much more run down and exposed to the elements. The elegant old-style furniture was rotting away And a musty smell filled the air. Vases and sculptures sitting on tables and pedestals Were all collecting dust and cobwebs. The three decided to split up and explore different rooms. One entered the living room and looked around, Another took a

Mister Sandman, he's more than he seems, has a handle on all of your dreams. His intention is mastering sleep. You'll be quiet while slumbering deep. While you're waking he's being deprived of every mind he wants to imbibe. Meanwhile, children who struggle awake and find that life is harder to take, ask for guidance while going to bed and imagine him inside their head. When they wake up they struggle instead to remember whatever he said. It won't matter, his purpose is clear; he'll inculcate the children so dear. When he needs them to wake and deploy, he'll activate a girl and a boy. Then, they'll march out, call others to arms, and scare the world with nightmarish charms.

Note to the reader: Heartbreaker takes place over the span of 125 years. The protagonists are 5 years old at the beginning. Dance class occurs 5 years later. Spring festival when they are 16. The picnic and orc/goblin attack when they are in their 30s. The final, large section occurs when they are 130 years old. Young, for an elf. It was just a bush. A small bush, really, about 4 feet tall and 3 feet wide. Its' leaves were broad and dark green, better to catch sunlight. It had canes, not a central stem, with branches going in all directions. There were no thorns or sharp things on the bush, for this was a friendly bush, a hospitable bush. This one grew lush berries, very sweet to eat, and of good size for such. It required only sunlight and water, both in plenty, to grow and provide the berries. The berries were green in color, deepening to a dark red when ripe, and ready for picking and eating. Bushes of this type were common in elven lands, and quite popular, for they

The kingdom of Gaala prospered. Life was good and happy. But not everything was peaceful. There was a woman named Lady Araceli Aberdeen, who was very unpleasant. She also liked to have a bunch of portraits and pictures of herself. She had a twelve year old daughter named Demona, who was just a spoiled brat! The child was fair; with perfect, luscious red hair and hazel eyes. But she was very vain and very rotten. She was a devil in disguise, but in her mother's eyes, she could do no wrong. You might want to remember Demona, she's kind of important. As time went by, all was well. Nicoliy and Elaine were a beloved King and Queen. But the Queen grew sad, she longed for a child. One day as the Queen was wallowing in self pity in the beautiful castle garden, she said out loud, “I wish for a child with hair brown as the earth and as soft as silk, skin as light as a peach, rosy cheeks as red as blood, lips as pink as cherry blossoms, and a heart as strong and beautiful as a rose.” As time

Note: to better understand the story, please read the previous parts. Wonder Woman was thrown into the Labyrinth of Lamentations. While she is lost, crawling through dark and narrow tunnels, not knowing what might happen, the cult members celebrate at the farm with wine and abundant food, as they usually do at night. They have money and power, while the heroine, who decided to challenge them, fights only with her body, dressed in a short and provocative outfit that incites hatred in the people of this region and this cult. An absurd contrast between a simple woman and a strong and powerful cult. That’s why she has been suffering so much since she entered this farm. At this very moment, this beautiful and courageous woman is struggling to pass through small passages in the underground tunnel, somewhere deep below the surface, in a network of endless tunnels, totally lost and in the dark. But this simple woman keeps believing and fighting. “Hera, help me, I feel suffocated in this

Diana drove down the road feeling that something big was waiting for her, although Emily's email didn't contain details, in fact, it was an email full of mysteries, Diana felt moved to help, she felt that she could be the last hope for some. She continued with the spirit of heroin and the adrenaline of not knowing what awaited her. Arriving in the city, Diana saw the cafe where she had agreed to meet Emily. She parked the car and walked to the simple cafe. Emily was sitting at the back, anxious, with a look that mixed fear and hope. "Diana?" Emily asked hesitantly when she saw her approach. "Yes it's me. You must be Emily,” Diana replied, extending her hand to shake. They sat down and ordered coffee. Emily looked at Diana curiously, trying to understand if this strong and confident woman was really who she expected her to be. "You… are you the one they call Wonder Woman?" Emily finally asked, her voice low, almost a whisper. Diana smiled slightly. “Yes, that’s what they

Hmm… Chilean wine. My father’s favourite. The only wine made from true French grapes, imported to Chile, by sheer chance, just years before French vineyards were completely destroyed by grape phylloxera plague, forcing them to import insect-resistant plants from the United States… Or something that is reminiscent of Chilean wine. Like everything here, serving mostly to remind me of my home. The one that I had lost, or sacrificed, depending on how You see it. Way to start an interview, doesn’t it? You know who I am. I am Count Wallenrod, the Outcast, thought my full name is Jan Tomasz Wallenrod. And I am my Creator’s primary Original Character, his Author Avatar, in the past his Self-Insert character, and… His Biggest Mistake, as he stated at one point. Am I really his biggest mistake? Maybe… One thing is certain – Without me as a guinea pig, he would have never learnt how to write stories or draw properly. He first created the story of me and my Friends back

i looked upon the hellish demoness and her portrait framed by the lunar mother who'd trusted her children to this being basked in the sin of her own kindred that she swore to bring in to our fold and fold them into our family as if they were a necessity to a recipe that we at one time thought was al -ready complete. Yes she sang her song as the lupin howled and welcomed her with fangs wet with anticipation as if they knew that the relation with this prideful murder would bare the fruit of he who slithered from his tree to tempt humanity away from a being who saw us to foul share in his greatest master piece.  I am not sure if it was envy that stopped me from seeing the worthwhile hexstacy of this forbiddenunity as there should have been no sense of chemistry but i will admit to my hypocrisy  as we four show no intricacies between our genetic tapes -try for as much as i try to deny i have learned to ac -cept our fiendish feathered brethren who embody the eye of pride.

Believe it or not we are all guilty of the greatest sin even if you deny it, by going to that holy prison and empty your beings foul intentions as you attempt to mention every fault that cracks your vessel leaving it in shambles as the cardinal rambles on and on to the numbing gong of a god who is more selfish than any given mortal. Yes you were born with the burden of hate past down through each age as time turns the unscripted page hoping that we will soon learn from mortalities mistakes, but there is nothing one can do as our suffering continues till we accept the grave as nothing more than our way out of this corrupted game

Part 1 At her small apartment in New York city, Diana received a e-mail, the sender was a young woman from a country town of the United States with ultra-conservative values. Diana opened the email and started reading. The words were filled with fear and urgency: Subject: I Need Help "Dear Diana, My name is Emily, and I live in a city where voices like mine are often silenced. I don't know who to turn to, but something tells me you might be the person who can help. Something terrible is happening here, and I feel like I'm in danger. People are disappearing, and there are rumors that..." The email was abruptly cut off, as if Emily had been interrupted or had hesitated to continue. Diana felt her heart sink. She knew she couldn't ignore this cry for help. Diana felt something very strange in that email, something that gave her chills, a heaviness in the air, what the warrior felt when opening that email was disturbing. She soon called her friend Margareth who gave her a job at

Note:  To better understand the story, please read the previous chapters. I wrote listening Sepultura, I suggested to read with Sepultura songs too : ) Run Wonder Woman. The brave warrior is being pursued. Creatures appear in the dark screaming, the noise is deafening, there are monstrous figures of infernal creatures, sharp objects are thrown at her, what were once just voices that Diana started to deal with as possible things from her imagination have become more real than never and now they are palpable, now they are real. The shapes of the creatures are varied, some huge with horns, others small with sharp teeth, fast and with high-pitched screams, others suddenly appear next to Wonder Woman in the dark and then disappear. She is tormented, she is desperate, feeling that at any moment these creatures will be able to get to her, feeling that she could lose her life at any moment. She just runs in panic. Even a brave warrior like Wonder Woman didn't have the courage to stop to

you speak of fellowship between those who are chained to their sins. Yes a binding comradery that is meant to last beyond the final moments where each one of you is replace and your place becomes nothing more than a ravishing decoration amongst a collection of graves. Do you think it not funny that such trinkets and jewelry can mean something so significant to those who claim to be part of a society that is beyond such mortal reasonings I am not trying to belittle the worth of what you believe in nor what hope you wish to hold on to...i wish to only understand the lengths that you are willing to go through for a pack of strangers whose only reason for such a colab -eration is to make sure such keepsakes don't fall into evil hands but what is evil in the mind of a creator who sees what he created as just another creation, not grasping the true power of craft? I ask this for i have crafted many of artifacts that hide the reasons behind the facts of my own existence but i never cared

You my dear, may have the esteem honor and privilege to become a part of my little village; to bow to me, she who bends and manipulates the tapestry of all reality. a being of majesty beyond the twilight of space and time who dared to challenge the heavens and divine for what i simply saw as mine. But my banishment gave a chance to formulate an identity and relate to those tales and stories that now (no offence) tend to bore me for it doesn't matter if you call my realm of tattered dreams a place where anti-mater gleams like gold in the darkened light of my abyssal home. My distorted playground where i can bare witness to those horrid reflections of humanity hidden away where only I can see. The putrid truths corrupting my pokemon society the irony of my humble placement as the red queen where i remain the in-between to all things that fail to abided to his monarchy. Since he must be seen as the benevolent Judge who shows us all mercy i will be the lovely Lady-G who will tempt you

Burry me, drown me in the river styx to become another forgotten npc of history. Let my soul float down stream for eternity while i watch the battles of what these mortals call calamity till I grow tired of this lucid dream. I have have not seen the likes of conflict that conflict with the ideals of what what one could call unity be so quickly thrown to the wayside for a prize that not even the immortal twelve can reach. But i beseech thee for a moment of your time to fully grasp this tangled asp known only as a pestilence to the very life we all would wish to live, but we all give into the sin of wraths dance, a bewitching ballet of destruction and death. a play that showcases the strongest to ever make a case for i love to watch such a showing knowing that this invitation will lead to their addiction and lead them to my damnation, a nation of mutilation for to see something born anew....I've heard that you must be willing to destroy everything you ever knew so welcome to my

Parfois je ne peux m'en empecher, parfois je le peux, Qui es tu pour me juger? Parfois je ne le peux, parfois je le peux, Mais n'est ce pas justement ce que tu fais dans l'entre-sois de ce huis clos? Parfois je ne le peux, parfois je le peux, Comme un chapeau au fil de l'eau qui suit le mouvement des vagues sans pour autant perdre son cap. Parfois je ne le peux, parfois je le peux, où est cette compassion, ce desire de connaitre l'autre, qui permet de le lire? Parfois je ne le peux, parfois je le peux, et garde, au fond de ma poche, cette résonance , comme une belle pierre trouvée sur mon chemin. Parfois je ne le peux, parfois je le peux, Sans hélas ni remord, just une experience de vie Sometimes I can’t help myself. Sometimes I can. Who are you to judge me? Sometimes I can’t. Sometimes I can. Isn’t that exactly what you’re doing in this closed circle, behind that shuttered door? Sometimes I can’t. Sometimes I can. Like a hat floating down the river, up

Vide, abîme, trou noir, frontières de non-retour. Des images fortes, trop souvent fréquentées. Gouffre béant, vide sans fin, sans espoir, telles des lignes de désir inhabitées. Tout cela est sincère. Certes. Mais écrit depuis un endroit sûr. J’aime ces endroits où la pensée ségare, en saignant un peu. Qu’as-tu fait de cette porosité entre la pensée et la chair ? Void, abyss, black hole, boundaries of no return. Powerful images, all overused. Gaping chasm, hopeless, endless emptiness, like uninhabited lines of desire. All of this is sincere. Granted. But written from a safe place. I love these places where thought wanders, bleeding a little. What have you done with that porosity between thought and flesh?

La science sacralisée , loin d’être un rempart contre l’obscurantisme, n’est bien souvent qu’une religion parmi tant d’autres. Heureusement pour l’humanité, les planètes n’ont nul besoin de résoudre des équations complexes pour rester fidèles à leur orbite.  Je comprends ton enthousiasme, et le partage souvent, mais la science ne régit pas le monde : elle en propose une description, avec une imprécision abyssale, à la mesure même de notre ignorance.   L’art, celui qui réunit Tekhnè et Mimèsis, ne serait-il pas, finalement, la clé de voûte du sens de la vie? Peut-être… à la condition d’ajouter Héra aux neuf muses olympiennes.   All you need is art… Contemplation, Créativité, Audace et Humilité… art is all you need. Sacralized science, far from being a safeguard against obscurantism, is often nothing more than one religion among many others. Fortunately for humanity, planets have no need to solve complex equations to remain faithful to their orbit.   I understand

i hear by grant you a warm welcome to my lovely abode but truth be told i normally don't get many guest that desire to rest upon the beds pillows of my household so understand if i take to becoming a hostess like a cat who bats away the honored guest leaving them cold but please allow me to grant you a warm welcome, one that will show you the softer consistencies of my natural tendencies, yes that i am not hoping to add another mural of your pains and trials to my ceiling for dealing with bold accusations are what cause many to not be swayed or sold so i hear by grant you a warm welcome to my lovely abode

there is a famous saying that lives in infamy that no plan survives contact with the enemy but if you trust in me and prowess I'm sure I have enough power to turn the tide and re- write this false prophecy. Yes, yes...for when it comes to magic no one can surpass me

One must remember to take a moment to rest to hollow out ones personal nest and relieve yourself of any and all stress. Yes to ease the mind and stretch out the body for even though killing may be my duty i never associated it as a hobby. You could describe me as a hunter a witch a widow a bitch; a princess raised by not only the pale kings mistress who taught me to rage against the current of another's interest, but a hive mother who reminded me that it was not only my obligation but my right to strive against the foolish collective all the while she who loved the proud king showed me that love was something that was to be given to all things....that one i'm still working on...but i feel i'm getting better through each endeavor, for it's rather hard to balance these three mindsets with- out the chance or possibility to regress or suppress any distance from their teachings. that is why every once in awhile i need a moment to lace-up my needle and simply breathe as i silently

Something in my heart that wants to be let out, to shout, but remains silent. Something to believe without a doubt, to scream, but unconfident. WAIT. Unsure if it's really worth it. Unclear if it's what I wanted Unsure if I can even reach it. Unclear if it's what I needed. Telling me what I can or cannot do, holding me, from trying something new. Set me free, set me free. Set me free~ Set me free, set me free. Set me free~ Wait. It may not be as it seems, Told to mind myself and don't make a scene. What others would do in my shoes-- whatever we choose to do, the guilty one is you. Is it safer to step back and let it go, or do we step up and make it grow? Why do I care? Why do we care? Speaking up, holding my tongue. Waking up, laying back down. The state of the world-- Telling me what I can or cannot do, holding me, from trying something new. Set me free, set me free. Set me free~ Set me free, let me breathe. Set me free~ Set me free, set me free. Set me free~ Set

It had finally happened. Theramon XVIII, ruler of Ebirmand, was certain he'd lost his mind completely.   She was there, standing in the shadows on the otherwise vacant balcony that extended over the back portion of the ballroom. And in an instant, all the well-dressed, beautiful women that surrounded him faded away. He could see nothing but Lady Sorna of Karandir.   So many times had she featured in his dreams, and yet she'd never quite looked like this. Exquisite was the only word he could use to describe her. Red hair pulled back into an updo adorned with pearls, an argent, iridescent dress hugging her curves, a fan made out of ostrich feathers in her right hand. This was the engagement party for Prince Garian of Doiron. And famed countess Sorna of Karandir had not only graced the event with her presence, she seemed to own it.   The entire party had possessed an air of the surreal from the moment it had started. The presence of the loud, tacky Lichaarn family, the prince's future

With ears pricked for any creak of floorboards that would indicate an approaching parent, Jade dug into her satchel, pulling out the book with a near-silent ‘swish’. She examined the rich leather of the cover again. This was, without any doubt at all, second only to her school uniform, the fanciest thing she’d ever owned, and the first thing she’d ever owned that served the purpose of leisure. Therefore, the trouble with this book was that Jade had scarcely the time to put it to good use. But now…  Now, in the fading evening light which turned the white bedroom a warm orange, she finally had a little time with no homework; nothing to do with the lawn outside, and a cancelled practice at the aerodrome. It would be at least a few minutes before she was called down for dinner, and the aroma of brilliantly-seasoned fish and potatoes was already spreading throughout the house, seeping under the airy crack in her door. She undid the knot holding the covers together. She didn’t know what

The clock came next; its share of work happening in a single evening in stages. Carefully, Maya unfastened the weights, and passed them to Jade, who set them gently into a small cardboard box. The Pendulum came after; unhooked from its housing and set aside to be transported. Cables were secured, gearing inspected, and all carefully packed to be cautiously brought across the cottage court. “Now then… Where’d I put my Hand Truck…” Maya wondered, searching for the elusive half-cart. “Didn’t we leave it outside when I first got my furniture?” Maya’s eyes widened. “Goodness, Jade! You’re right!” With that, the honey-haired friend darted out of Jade’s living room, and ‘round the side of the house. She came back trying to hold back laughter, the truck in hand, entirely frozen. “It snows for two weeks and this happens?” Jade couldn’t help but start giggling wildly. “I suppose we’ll have to wait for it to thaw…” “Bring it to the bathroom! We can leave it in the tub.” The two did so, and Maya