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The days you get up and your like "I don't want to do to school" or you ask the question "Why do we have sucky days" you just want some thing exciting to happen. Some times we just wake up on the left side of the bed if you know what I mean!!! ITS TIME TO MAN UP AND LAUGH AT SOMEBODY WHO HAD A WORSE DAY THAN YOU!!!
Ordinary. That's what I was: ordinary.
You can ask anyone. I live in a tiny town on the edge of Nowhere. I own a coffee shop. I live by myself. I watch murder mysteries and I enjoy nice glass of white wine with a good book. Ordinary.
Until I met him. My life was normal, and now... Now, I don't know what it is, but it certainly isn't ordinary any more. You know, I thought magic was only for the movies and the stories we grew up with. Stories for children, told to teach lessons or explain the unexplainable. No. They're told because they're true. Still, you'd think someone would have mentioned fairy wings before now...
She doesn't know how to tell you that this is not her story. It’s something else built upon the myriads of people, the tangled fates of the world. This is everyone’s story. But she knows that some people need something to look forward to when they look at something, and she will tell you that if you are a specifics kind of person, this story will give you her song: the melody of how she stopped being so foolish and how it all left her broken and new.
His name is Peter Hankshaw, this is something he suggested.
But it will always be her song.
The days you get up and your like "I don't want to do to school" or you ask the question "Why do we have sucky days" you just want some thing exciting to happen. Some times we just wake up on the left side of the bed if you know what I mean!!! ITS TIME TO MAN UP AND LAUGH AT SOMEBODY WHO HAD A WORSE DAY THAN YOU!!!
Ordinary. That's what I was: ordinary.
You can ask anyone. I live in a tiny town on the edge of Nowhere. I own a coffee shop. I live by myself. I watch murder mysteries and I enjoy nice glass of white wine with a good book. Ordinary.
Until I met him. My life was normal, and now... Now, I don't know what it is, but it certainly isn't ordinary any more. You know, I thought magic was only for the movies and the stories we grew up with. Stories for children, told to teach lessons or explain the unexplainable. No. They're told because they're true. Still, you'd think someone would have mentioned fairy wings before now...
She doesn't know how to tell you that this is not her story. It’s something else built upon the myriads of people, the tangled fates of the world. This is everyone’s story. But she knows that some people need something to look forward to when they look at something, and she will tell you that if you are a specifics kind of person, this story will give you her song: the melody of how she stopped being so foolish and how it all left her broken and new.
His name is Peter Hankshaw, this is something he suggested.
But it will always be her song.