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Dragged to Success 3
I glanced up at the cloudy sky. It looked like it was waiting for me to knock so it could dump buckets on Sandgem. I looked at the door of Dawn's house nervously. Taking in a breath, I lifted my hand to knock, when suddenly...
"Lucas! You came!" Sunny cried cheerfully, almost knocking me over with the door. She smiled happily, and I had no choice but to smile back.
"Yep. I'm here. So... Where's your mom?"
She looked down, her face forlorn. "I was hoping you would play with me," she murmured sadly. I flashed a sad grin at her.
"Well, I would Sunny, but..." I started, but Princess held her fin out. She then pointed to herself. I understood. "But I'm sort of busy today. So Princess will play with you instead!" Sunny's head shot up, her eyes sparkling.
"Thank you, Lucas!" she exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. I patted her head awkwardly. Princess let out an annoyed chirp,
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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