Tools! Tools!He stands up and walks to the stage as Fabiana watches. She smiles broadly as she displays her diploma in front of the graduating class. Fabiana isn't sure if she's hallucinating or has lost her mind, but she thinks Armando was smiling at her when he did it. There is only one person who can verify that Fabiana's thoughts were real: Armando.His eyes were fixed on her. He is well aware of how much he owes her. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't be able to attend college for free. Thanks to Fabiana, she was able to graduate from high school. Because of Fabiana, she may not be able to stay this year. Fabiana is to blame for everything that happens in the future. When she was younger, she dreaded the thought of having to leave her younger sister behind to go to college. He owes her a lot of money and a lot of time. And he has a deep affection for her.It is impossible for him. Neither of them is able to return to the other. In Boston, and it will never leave. In school, she w

“Did you track it?” Grated at the base, trying to hide the harshness of my speech. Did you feel the book?“Indeed.” “Come,” he says, showing me the sky blue hardback book and nodding his head to follow.I inhale deep and hard, swallowing the small saliva in my mouth in a vain effort to make the cluster in my throat go away and thus eliminate the dry feeling in my larynx before pacing after him to one of the still spotless tables. .-Voucher. This is it,” he mutters when I'm close, the book currently open to the correct pages, showing a guide to Dark Potland with a bunch of blue lines drawn on it. See this? They are Ley lines. They are planned by earthly flows — he clarifies serenely.“Jay said he and Linda were taking a look at the convergences,” I comment, dubiously recalling being important to that discussion. All things being equal, it was the last time I spoke to Jay, or anyone in the pack.—Most likely... this,— articulates, signaling Angeldo with his finger the convergence of th

My internal discussion goes aimlessly, screaming for help and frantic in light of the fact that this is substantially more alarming than anything else we've seen before. We actually beat Pedro, Abbadon, the alpha group, the darach, and the nogitsune, but we were exceptionally close to losing someone the whole time. At one event we really lost Justoedith.Also assuming that everything happened while all together, on the off chance that together we could barely release every risk in our path, I'm sure that being isolated we won't have a lonely chance to win. Jesus, when we cut ourselves off and Linda ended up in a state of mind, Justoedith was beyond words for the umpteenth time and I was in a real sense dead for twenty minutes.Naturally, I draw a circle through the dirt-covered space between us.“We really want help,” I murmur with a chord in my voice, scratching briefly as I feel Gabriel's eyes hovering over me. Jorfit has his backpack, we really want ours. We need to unite others,”

"How would you need me to shut up?" "My dearest companion needs me!" she reacts. Line me! Line me! I need to help her! I need to go to Linda!Unexpectedly, the kicks and slaps stop, Justo's keys fall to the ground and after a wheeze he blurs into Gabriel's arms. Run towards them quickly.“Fair?” “Fair?” Gabriel calls out to her anxiously. Castiel barks even more seriously.“What happened?” I ask awkwardly as my eyes carefully scan my sister. His skin has lost tone and his eyes are clear, completely white. What about your eyes?"I have no idea," my partner muses, forcing Justo's body into a higher position in his arms."You have to take him inside," I reveal and he gestures.However, before we can make a solitary development, Justoedith's eyes recover their typical earthy tone and in an anguished blink he arranges, he leaves the arms of his girlfriend and trips over the yellowish grass of our nursery, falling on all fours. The two Gabriel and I in a short time approached him."Hello lo

She seems somewhat surprised and even offers a short mess-laden look with the lord, however when her eyes land on me again her face has effectively recomposed itself."Maybe you should let Mac drive," he tells me quietly, nimbly avoiding my past investigation.“I am extremely upset for the trouble I caused you,” I feel it in a voice chord with both of them, then, at that moment, I walk out of his house.I walk to my vehicle in an effort not to cause it to be unmistakable how horrible I feel, even though when I stay before Mac, I break down. I feel his arms wrap around me and press me against his body as I turn into an extension of tears. The feeling of depression that packs my spirit makes me cry anxiously, the emptiness in my chest has expanded and prevents me from controlling my screams, the aggravation that my heart feels makes me barely see obviously when Mac helps me into the front seat of my car. vehicle.I expected to find answers when I accompanied the Victor, I totally rememb