

His Name Was Chuck E.The car was stuffy and cramped. The rain tumbling down upon the roof of the exhausted Tempo showed no signs of letting up anytime soon. The sheer velocity of the howling wind in conjunction with the sheets rain of spilling out from the clouds above created just enough noise to drown out the music creeping past tired speakers. A little girl sighed in despair as she asked her father why they were here for what was quite possibly the fourth time in the span of a minute.His Name Was Chuck E.
He said nothing and continued to hum along to music he could not hear.
Clearly frustrated, the little girl tugged at a few loose pieces of thread on the
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Think happy Thoughts.*
Rachel! She's a candy cane girl [link]
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All he had left were his instincts, and his instincts said he was stuffed.
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"It's a frame of mind, you see!"
- Frederic Chopin (Eternal Sonata)
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That was a fast reply! Was that a automatic reply to make new people feel welcome!?
I want cookies!
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L'arte è la dimostrazione che la vita non basta.
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