Romans & histoires Trixie Tang And Timmy Turner

Anyone with eyes could see those were strangulation marks—what necklace? Donald finally snapped. “Mr. Zoo, my mother is an elder. You should watch your words.” “And you are?” Tim looked at Donald, puzzled. Donald’s face was already a patchwork of bruises. Now it darkened completely. A police officer quietly reminded Tim, “That’s Mr. Turner from HeartLogic.” Tim couldn’t help laughing. “Mr. Turner? How did you… get this fat?” Donald’s face turned even darker. Nelson said coldly, “Mr. Zoo, we haven’t offended you, have we? What are you trying to do, kicking us while we’re down?”

Jacie yelled, getting mad. Timothy, sporting a black scorpion tattoo on his arm and harboring feelings for Jacie, had never held Elio in high regard. Sensing an opportunity to assert himself, he seized it. "You're nothing but trouble," he spat. "I'll put an end to this." With swift determination, he rose from his seat and seized hold of Elio. Reacting instinctively, Elio spun around without hesitation. His worn and threadbare T-shirt provided little resistance as Timothy's grab tore it down the middle, causing it to flutter apart.