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She asked. Shane eyed her from the corner of his eye, and standing up, he walked to stand beside her. “Neither the whales nor the waves. I’m more afraid of the beach bugs hiding in the sand.” “You’ve your answer then. Humbert is a bug whose poison if spread in the body, you will be petrified of your death also.” “Ashton is like a whale who eats in a go, and you’re done for life.” “Choose to defeat the bug first because the whale won’t come out of the water, but the bug would definitely jump out of the sand.”

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A soft panting sound drifted towards me, and the bushes swayed in one sudden movement. A punch of light pierced my navel as hard as a cannonball, sending me in one very harsh movement flying through the cold air, across the grass, and right straight unto the heart of the earth as the ground parted in two and swallowed me whole into its stomach of dirt; thus reminding me of moses and his clan and on how God parted the sea for them and for their safety.

Got you 💙 Let’s do this right. No shortcuts. Real, quiet, healing. Here’s *Chapter 21: Come Home* --- *Chapter 21: Almost Happy* The wind off the water was sharper now. Hector kept his arms around Beatrice. He wasn’t counting the minutes. He was counting her breaths Behind them, Simy hadn’t moved. He stood a few feet away with his hands in his hoodie pockets, watching the waves like they’d personally offended him. His jaw was tight. He looked sad. Helpless. Like he wanted to fix it and didn’t know how.

The baby fluttered inside her like it knew danger was near. Willa noticed and laid her palm over Junie’s hand. “We’ll keep you safe. Both of you.” Simone glanced at them. “If it comes to a fight, you listen to me. Willa, stay down. Junie—don’t push yourself.” Junie nodded, her throat dry. The Chevy roared as Simone pressed harder on the gas. Trees blurred past in streaks of black and green, and the air thickened with the scent of wet moss and distant smoke.

Prevent anyone else I care about from a torturous death. I took a deep breath as I stared out at the night sky. The world around us was so very different from the one we are used to. The trees are huge and would even tower our own. The trunks are as thick as three of our own trees combined. The terrain was rough and exhausting. Even the smallest hills were a mountainous climb. We are ants in a world of giants.

“There is a cave, Shannon, in the depths of space. It stretches on for infinity, lined with burning tallows. Candles soar to the heights of the stars. Rows of souls nestle together; wax drips as time runs out. Each flame is a life: newborns have full sticks, the middle aged are stubs, and the dying snuff in waxy pools.” “That's impossible.” “It's a metaphor. But it is true.” “Are you a metaphor, then?” He mused: “I consider myself a simile.” I sighed. “Samael, what are you doing?” His face soured, abyssal eyes returning to normal. “I- I don't... know.” He drew back from me, leaving me alone in the frigid air. His gaze darkened. There was a sudden change in his eyes. “What are you

Prevent anyone else I care about from a torturous death. I took a deep breath as I stared out at the night sky. The world around us was so very different from the one we are used to. The trees are huge and would even tower our own. The trunks are as thick as three of our own trees combined. The terrain was rough and exhausting. Even the smallest hills were a mountainous climb. We are ants in a world of giants.

eat the lotus. Thinking of the bitterness that Gladyce had suffered for him, Simon's heart was wet and moist. She sobbed and nodded. "Well, I'll eat..." In her sight, Gladyce narrowed her eyes and smiled happily. "Hee hee, you're so good..." Pa! Pa! Pa! On top of her head, fireworks were blooming, reflecting on Gladyce's beautiful face. She raised her head and pointed at the sky. "Wow, it's so beautiful..."

When the vast expanse of sky was enveloped in darkness, we realized who we were. I am getting tired of explaining how your eyes are like a galaxy in a bottle and how your lips shine like a crescent moon in the darkness. You are, without a doubt, my walking poetry. However, these are merely common analogies. Every time I fall, I feel like a leaf that has dried out and lost its sheen, but you have painted me a warm green under the soft colors of the sun's rays. I feel like I am falling into autumn with you.