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Crissa announced. "What will we play?" I asked, but she only winked at me. We got on the stage and they started to string their guitars. When I heard the intro, I pounced the drums. ‘Disrespect, it's all that you do to me, so messed up, the way that you're treating me. Brace yourself, there is something I want you to know, you should know! Replaceable is one way you're saying it! You've made your bed, now you can lay in it! 'Cause one day soon, I'll have a brand new you!

THE CRACK... "Why are we really here?" Felan asked, crossing her arms. "For this." Pauly answered her, moving her hands in a wide open motion. "This dam. It has started cracking and all of the professionals we have asked to come out, tell us it can't be fix. The crack has recently gotten bigger and if the crack reaches the water it will break." Pauly said, pausing to gather her thoughts and emotions.

I walk towards the living room, but pause at the scene before my eyes. " Tina?" I call her name as she jerks off from the couch. Including the slim tattooed guy she is with. " What the fuck?" I question as I stare at the guy with nothing but ripped jeans pants and a wife beater. " I can explain." Tina says. I point at the pale slim guy. " Get out. Fucking get out!" He grabs his bomber jacket from the couch and quickly scurry out of my apartment. I can't believe this. " Friday, Saturday, and today Sunday, I left my apartment for you and you brought a guy over to do crack. Are you fucking crazy, Tina! What the fuck!"

, he replied truthfully "Oh, what about her?", Harry asked "Don't you think she is cute?", Kavinsky asked "Yeah, maybe a little", Harry replied and shrugged "A little?!", Kavinsky asked in a very loud voice. He widened his eyes in surprise at Harry's reply "Yeah?", Harry asked confusingly "She is pretty and it's not a little. You should have seen her play the piano too, she is really good at it. And the way she talks, God! Even though she ignores me a lot", Kavinsky answered looking all mesmerized and frowned at the last sentence

My lips started to part and just when I was about to steal a kiss from his lips , something scurry near my foot. I looked to see a fat ugly cockroach that made me push Christian hard body. "Ahhhhh!!!!!! Cockroach! look, there's a cockroach, I hate those things!!" I screamed jumping. Fuck. FUCK! They creep me out so much. "Tessa, it's just a bug_" Nooooooooo...... I'm not gonna move, that demon bug was still alive and I wasn't going anywhere near it. "That thing could fly! Do you know they fly?! Oh God I think I'm gonna faint." I clutched his biceps.

Cleaner. heart racing "Then what is it? What is it? I don't get why you look at me like cuts in, his voice cracking a little "Like I want you when I shouldn't?" The room was quiet. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. He didn't say it nicely; he spat it out like a curse, as if he wished he hadn't let it out.

"I CANNOT MODIFY THE MEMBRANE. IT PREDATES MY AUTHORITY. BUT I CAN RECLASSIFY THE CRACKS." "Reclassify?" "CURRENTLY THE CRACKS ARE CLASSIFIED AS STRUCTURAL DAMAGE. CATEGORY SEVEN. CORRECTIONS REQUIRED. IF I RECLASSIFY THEM AS AUTHORIZED ACCESS POINTS, CATEGORY OMEGA, THE MEMBRANE'S SELF-REPAIR FUNCTION STOPS TRYING TO SEAL THEM AND STARTS TRYING TO STABILIZE THEM." "You want to make the cracks official." "I WANT TO TURN HOLES INTO DOORS. DOORS HAVE FRAMES. FRAMES PROVIDE STRUCTURAL SUPPORT. THE MEMBRANE WILL REINFORCE THE CRACKS INSTEAD OF FIGHTING THEM."

It’s faint, barely audible, but it vibrates through my bones like a tuning fork struck against grief. Ten stones. Nine intact. One cracked. The crack has widened. Not by much, but enough for me to notice. The hum intensifies as I approach, the sound climbing into something almost musical, almost pleading. I stop a few feet away. Kael halts beside me. “You feel that,” I say. “Yes,” he replies grimly. The cracked stone pulses once. A whisper of air slips from the fracture, brushing my cheek like a breath drawn too late. “This is where it starts,” I murmur.

CRACK! Lucas hurled his phone to the floor, and it slammed down, cracking the screen with a deafening sound. As if that wasn’t enough to satisfy his anger, he walked toward Kate’s bedside and flung the lamp onto the floor, crashing it. The same fate happened to the vase and anything else he could get his hands on in the room.