I also went on a shopping thing yesterday and bought exactly FOUR t-shirts with Mickey Mouse on them. As well as 2 Care bear shirts, a pony one and a TMNT one. Because fashion. So combined with my new haircut I feel a lot less ugly. This is the girliest paragraph I've ever written.
So that's basically it. I just thought I'd let know I'm feeling better by now
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Pirates Versus Privates, OneThere is a significant difference between dreaming that you're drowning, and actually drowning. Nothing can simulate the fire burning in your lungs as your body screams for air, nor the weight you feel as more and more water seeps into your nostrils. It is a particularly painful and slow way to die.
But she had no plans on dying. She had no plans on letting him die either. No matter what it took, she and he were going to survive, and she refused to believe otherwise. In the course of one year, a strength, a confidence, a will to defy death itself had built up within her, and it was now being put to the test. It was all thanks to him.
Him, and her, and the course of one year's time. To fully understand how this will was formed, the clock must be turned back one year, to when this all started.
She was a private. He was a pirate. This is how it all began.
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Minerva Mouse woke up take gasping breathes of air, with eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling above her. Sh
