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Sonic was worried. He had a date with Amy Rose, who had made him make a promise the day before that he would go on a date today for a Chaos Emerald. He thought it was a good idea until Amy said that they were going to Kiki's Couple Bar, his least favorite place. All pink! No chili dogs on the menu! And he couldn't bring any friends! "I bet the Chaos Emerald is just an exscuse fo her to go on the date!" thought Sonic. He looked around. He then saw Tails come up, yelling "Sonic!" "What is it, Tails?" Sonic asked. "Leo-you know, that scientist guy-made a discovery!" "What is it, Tails?" Sonic repeated, this time asking about Leo's discovery. "He found out that in two days, these things called Pokemon are going to come into our world and that anyone who wants one can become a 'Poke'mon Trainer', who adventures around the world and catch Poke'mon with Poke'balls!" "Cool!" exclaimed Sonic "Only two days, ei? Well, that's not gonna be long!" Now Sonic & his friends must wait two days before t
My only love is you
You may fight me
You may break my heart
But there is only one thing you should know
And it is that my only love is you
You may take me places I dislike
You may show me things I hate
But if there is only one truth
It is that my only love is you
You may break my bones
You may destroy my most valuable possession
But it does not matter
For my only love is you
No matter how much you hate me
My only love is you
That is the way it always is
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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