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Cracking FoundationsThis summer had been uncharacteristically stormy, and today was the first day of the week that the skies had withheld their tantrum. And so, taking advantage of this rare opportunity, I'd invited Juliet to have a picnic with me. In my head, it seemed a romantic notion. I'd pictured myself suggesting it to her, and she would smile so brightly, just like she used to, and tell me that it sounded like a fantastic idea. We'd find an abandoned clearing outside of town, lay down a blanket, light a candle, and then sit down to enjoy ourselves.Cracking Foundations
Reality had a very different idea of how things should be. I told Juliet, and she rolled her ey
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UnexpectedTristan checked the full-length mirror in his parents bedroom one last time. Maybe it was just his nerves, but he seemed to look more and more scruffy every time he checked. His face was pale, his eyes had huge bags under them, and his hair... Tristan tried to fix it by running his fingers through it for the twentieth time that morning, but he only succeeded in messing it up further. Messy hair wouldn't look so bad on him normally, but his parents had insisted that he dress up for this occasion. Before today, Tristan had no idea that they even made suits in children's sizes. He'd outgrow in a month, so what was the point? It was a pure blackUnexpected
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Wishing WellIt was a particularly cold winter day, and the wind viciously attacked any bit of exposed flesh. The sky was overcast and grey, perpetually frozen in the moment before the first snow flake falls. Everyone in town was taking shelter inside his or her home by a cozy fire. Everyone except for Tristan and Juliet.Wishing Well
These were the days Tristan lived for. It was as if everything had frozen, the world had stopped spinning, the seasons had stopped changing, and all for him and Juliet. With no one around, they walked down the icy, grey street hand in hand (or mitten in glove to be more accurate) without fear of anyone seeing or judging them
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Mister and Sir 1: Productive Two men emerged from opposite ends of a dark alley. Their movements were slow, relaxed, as if they had no where to be, nothing to hurry them. They walked forward in a leisurely manner until they were an arm’s length apart. One man, who wore a tuxedo and a top hat, smiled and said, “Good night.” This man oozed malice from his every orifice. He was very tall, and his height added to his sinister appearance. The other man, who was rather plump, bald, and casual in dress, smiled as well and returned the greeting, “Indeed.” ThisMister and Sir 1: Productive
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