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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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5 months ago
by Dylans
rue treasure. Finding the acorn was merely the icing on the cake. Holding the acorn in one hand, with the other sweeping over the emeralds and golds of autumn leaves, Dylan forged another picture in his mind. Did he dare wish for things? Dylan thought immediately of his shocking news last week, when Steve had deprived Dylan of his honor. Dylan, feeling unworthy, had endured that defeat, with little pursuit of the truth. So wishing for a bit of mischief on Steve—now that was a sum worth pondering! With that, he touched the acorn lightly and shut both eyes, picturing Steve falling flat on his face on the basketball court, much to the laughs and cheers of the rest of the boys. Dylan was still immediately pulled back to center stage in spite of his plans with the acorn. Wouldn't it be much nicer to wish for a smoother ride through each day of his life than just the juice of the moment? A permanent-contemporary license on friendship would certainly suit him as well. "This is my wish!" he shouted, throwing parentheses at the tree stump, golden acorn, and Steve. As far as an apology goes, he would have given anything for Steve to be spared just a little. After a short while, he had little time to spend in the woods. With butchered thoughts swirling around his head, the forty-five minutes crept past. After just one hour, he exited onto the back streets of Willowbrook, pacing into town, where later on his entire story would be spun- untainted, reliable, and glorified. |
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