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Let's Be FriendsThey say the worst kind of strategy comes along when you think too hard. In most cases that's true. Too bad Ridley had to find that out the hard way.
The Space Pirate Commander was ticked. Well to be honest he usually was. For the same reason and this time made no difference.
"Darned bounty hunter," he growled, pounding the arm rests of his chair. "Always has to come around and mess up my plans. I should have killed her the moment I laid eyes on her." and image of Samus Aran at the age of three came to mind.
How he remembered the day the human child had spoken to him, trying to be friends. He still wasn't sure why he'd hesitated in the first place. "What do I need friends for anyway?" he muttered to himself. "They never did anything for me. I remember growing up with someone I thought was my friend. Old Jimmy. Ah Jimmy loved to hang out with me. Always sitting down beside me in the cafeteria and swiping my lunch." a thought came to mind. "Then again.... Old Jimmy only hung out with me
Black Hearted Spades 55
Two weeks later
The queen had not returned to the cell to bother Jack Noir. He had spent the time working on healing and planning his next move.
The queen during that time had received a few letters from the king but he didn't give her any hints on when he'd return. It just made her feel even more alone and realize maybe the king didn't really want to come back to her or the city after all.
"But why not?" she asked herself as she crumpled up another letter. "Why doesn't he want to be with me?"
The queen looked out the window at the sky, at Skaia. Maybe she should go down to him if he wasn't going to come to her? Yeah, why not? It wasn't like she wouldn't be able to take care of herself if she did.
She was just as powerful as he was, especially since the players had entered the "game".
"I'm going." she stood up and head out of the throne room, taking a small detour to the throne room to get her ring. She hadn't wanted to use her ring since it had gotten upgrades from the
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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