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How sad ): We still have them...Ours used to have epic cinnamon buns. But no longer.
And I don't have AIM so no word warring for me...
How sad ): We still have them...Ours used to have epic cinnamon buns. But no longer.
She bumped into a drunk-looking man with a mug of beer in his hand; Alesca side-stepped the stream of golden-brown liquid that spilled down toward her as a result.
I mean, he gave me no signs, so I doubted he remembered I was the seven-year-old girl he met at Millennium Park so many years ago.
"Do you want to go for a walk? Millennium Park, maybe?" he asked.
Oh wow. Could he actually know me from before?
"Let's go."
The sound of a battering ram shattering a door, screams, gunshots and sirens woke me up three hours before my alarm clock was supposed to. I rolled out of bed, then under it and put my hands over my head.
Great. This was the fifth OS raid this month.
Corp-cops were thudding around a floor overhead, shooting and throwing flashbangs in rooms. They weren’t aiming for anyone in particular, but someone started shirking with pain as they caught a bullet. Computers and darkcasters were getting smashed to bits and I kept my head down until an officer stepped into my room.
He looked like everyone backed by a corp: Fat and tall. His uniform was buglike, and his gun was an old MP5. He didn’t have night vision, but he was a corp-cop, and that meant there was enough magic in his helmet to heat my apartment for a week. He saw me.
He twitched the gun in the direction of my bed.
“Out, hands first or I’ll blow you full of holes.”
“But I do love motorcycles. I love the vroom vroom sound they make. I wish I could just go around making that sound all the time.”
“Fine!” Callie said, wanting desperately to physically harm the woman in front of her. She couldn't shake the image of her own fingernails sinking into Nina's face and ripping fresh flesh onto the blood red floor below. The pulsing was relentless.