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James a 16 year old looking for his best friend Adam and to find him he'll have to go on a long walk to be able to find him, but at the same time he is scared because to get to the walk he has to go through The Haunted House first.
If anyone but Inno reads this...I'll be pissed.
Humans need to know basic rules. They can be taught if you start early and are
consistent. You will then have a smooth-running household. No matter what your human
says.
The story of a young man struggling with his faith and his love for heroin within the compounds of one of the worlds most famous hospitals: McLeans
Brooklyn is a normal girl living in a small town. She's normal until he shows up.
My long black hair flowed down my back to my hips. I had on a pair of khaki shorts that were cut mid-thigh. They were worn out, and charred from the heat. I wore a small black shirt that barely fit, and had many small holes, from years of wearing. My gloves, missing the fingers were black, along with my combat boots. I had two leather straps that formed a huge “x” on my shoulder, chest, and stomach, on the back was a long sleek sword, encrusted with jewels. I must have been a sight to see to those who I led towards the underworld. I still remember the day in fact, the day my journey began…
James a 16 year old looking for his best friend Adam and to find him he'll have to go on a long walk to be able to find him, but at the same time he is scared because to get to the walk he has to go through The Haunted House first.
If anyone but Inno reads this...I'll be pissed.
Humans need to know basic rules. They can be taught if you start early and are
consistent. You will then have a smooth-running household. No matter what your human
says.
The story of a young man struggling with his faith and his love for heroin within the compounds of one of the worlds most famous hospitals: McLeans
Brooklyn is a normal girl living in a small town. She's normal until he shows up.
My long black hair flowed down my back to my hips. I had on a pair of khaki shorts that were cut mid-thigh. They were worn out, and charred from the heat. I wore a small black shirt that barely fit, and had many small holes, from years of wearing. My gloves, missing the fingers were black, along with my combat boots. I had two leather straps that formed a huge “x” on my shoulder, chest, and stomach, on the back was a long sleek sword, encrusted with jewels. I must have been a sight to see to those who I led towards the underworld. I still remember the day in fact, the day my journey began…