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girls sleepover part 3 there was silence in the room between everyone , just looking at eachother, exspect for scott who was looking at the damage zoe and allegra had left on him for scaring them as a punishment , while looking at the bruises scott murmered words like "fuking bitches" now and again at zoe and allegra . zoe added "if anyones a fuking bitch here uts you scott now stop your complaining! u deserve what u got!". five minutes went by, then kaori notice her teddy bear on the floor, rite next to skys leg STILL wearing the orange beanie kaori was instanly afriad sky would se e it and "gasped" loudly and then covered her mouth, everyone turned to look at he
girls sleepover part 2 after kao ducked away after seeing sky stare at her she instanly digged thro her bag and grabbed her teddy bear..zoe then stoo dup and said "ok well cards are getting boring...ready allegra?" ...allegra anwsered " of course!...thhis is gonna be great!"..."ready..f-for what?" interupted kaori, "well to scare sky and scoot of course!! are u ready kaori?" said zoe..kaori didnt want to scare them she didnt wna tto be mean to sky " umm...im tired,i think ill just stay here with bear" she then put herself in the sleeping bag then zoe and allegra looked at eachother and alegra said "sooo...your really gonna stay on this....empty....cold..creepy dark cabin....allll...by your self???" they look at kaoris face....then she answered "NO! silly!! i have bear-chan! see!" then she pulled out here teddy bear "he'll protect me!" she finished . zoe burst out in laught
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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