“He was the one putting eye drops in just an час ago!He’s taking the night shift the day he finds out Skipper was going to be fine! How could I have been so blind?!”
“Eve! Who are Ты talking about!?” Private called after her, him and Kowalski trying to keep up with her fast pace.
“Manor! Gah! I’m such an idiot!”
“You’re not an idiot, Eve! I should’ve suspected, too!” Kowalski pointed out.
Once they arrived at the prison, Eve stopped and turned to them. “You two stay out here.”
“What?!” Kowalski and Private сказал(-а) simultaneously.
“I know my way around the infirmary; I don’t need Ты two to slow me down.” Kowalski and Private tried to protest, but Eve had already turned and entered the prison.
Eve slid around corners and scrambled up the stairs. She stopped abruptly at the entrance to the infirmary, wanting to enter stealthily. She slowly opened the door and quietly stepped in. She peeked in, and when she saw no one, she entered.
She crept across the infirmary, staying hidden in the shadows. When she reached Skipper’s room, she took a deep breath and opened the door.
It opened fast and hit the Стена with a thump. Eve stood in combat position as she stared into the empty room, with the exception of the sleeping Skipper. She looked around the vacant infirmary, stepped in, and shut the door behind her. She then approached Skipper until she came to a stop at his side. She gently touched the side of his face, which was cold to the touch, but his сердце was still beating according to the monitors. She pulled the cover up to his chin.
Was she wrong? Manor was nowhere to be seen and Skipper was still alive…could it have been a coincidence that Manor had eye drops and decided to take the night shift? She was about to leave when she heard the knob to the door turning. Panicking, she hid behind a тележка, корзина that was sitting idle on the other side of the room. She watched as dim light gradually flowed into the room, along with the eerie sound of the door creaking open. Once the creaking ceased, indicating that the door was fully open, she examined the penguin-shaped shadow that lay on the floor from behind the cart. Her сердце pounded so hard she could barely hear the light pat…pat…pat… of the footsteps the other пингвин was making. When the пингвин was visible, she crouched tighter into the shadows.
She couldn’t see his face because his back was turned, but she knew it was Manor. He stopped at the side of the постель, кровати and stared at Skipper for a moment, then took the tube that pumped saline into Skipper’s vein in his flipper. Eve’s eye’s widened in shock as Manor started connecting a syringe to the line. She acted without thinking; she leapt to her feet and screamed, “NO!” as she charged at him. Manor whipped around; his eyes were wide with shock as Eve grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him to the other side of the room. She then pounced on him and pinned him down. “Why!? What logical reason would Ты have to kill him?!”
Manor laughed. “Like Ты don’t know. He’s paying me, and he сказал(-а) not to let anyone get in my way…including you.” He then pushed Eve off of himself, rolled on вверх of her and pressed his elbow into her trachea. Eve gasped for air when a twinkle caught her eye. The syringe laid on the floor a couple of feet away. She reached for it, grabbed it, and stabbed Manor in the shoulder with it. Manor cried out in pain and Eve was able to push him off.
She gasped for air and rolled back on вверх of Manor, pinning him down again. “Why would Alastair need to kill him?! Wasn’t sending him to prison enough to satisfy him?!”
Manor grinned evilly. “Go to hell.”
“You first…” Eve placed her flipper on the syringe pump. “Talk.”
“Ha! Ты don’t have the guts…”
“Try me.” Eve stared hard into Manor’s eyes.
Manor stared hard back and said, “You’re cute. Your little intimidating act may work on everyone else, but not on me.”
For a moment they stared at each other in silence, then Eve said: “Alright, have it your way. Tell Alastair I сказал(-а) Эй, when Ты get to hell.” Eve began to slowly push the насос in, and Manor’s smile faded.
She’d injected about a fourth of the solution in when Manor said: “No! Wait! Ты can’t…you wouldn’t!”
Eve stopped injecting and said: “Then spill.”
“I don’t know! Alastair only told me to kill him! He didn’t give me a reason! Please!”
“I don’t believe you…”
“I’m telling the truth!”
“Good bye…”
“Wait! Fine! Ugh…all he told me was…” He grinned again. “You should’ve been careful of how close we landed to the suture cart.” Eve’s eyes widened, and before she could react, Manor cut into her side with a small scalpel. Unfortunately for Manor, Eve managed to inject the remnants of the syringe into him at the same time. Eve toppled onto her side as she grasped at her wound. Manor got to his feet and pulled the needle out of his arm and held his shoulder. He cringed in pain and fell back down to the floor. Eve watched in horror as Manor began shaking and grasping tight at his chest where his сердце was. He cried out in pain and thrashed about the floor. Gradually the shaking and thrashing slowed into quick twitches, until he stopped moving completely.
Eve stayed where she was a moment, letting what had just happened sink in. Manor was dead. Alastair bribed him into killing skipper. She looked down at her wound and cringed in pain, squinting her eyes shut. She opened them again when she heard a small sound. She looked over at manor, and cautiously got to her feet and checked his pulse. When she found none, she assumed it was just her imagination, until she heard it again. That’s when she realized it was Skipper. He was waking up!
Despite the pain, she half-limped as quickly as she could to Skipper’s side. “Skipper? Skipper, it’s me…can Ты hear me?” Skipper slowly opened his eyes and looked around until he saw Eve, who smiled. “Welcome back.”
32 Hours Earlier…
Skipper watched the distorted figures above him fade into black, and he fell into a постель, кровати of snow. His vision was a blur…a white haze obscuring his view. A cold chill ran up his spine and he shivered. He blinked a few times to clear his vision and slowly picked his head up. Looking around, he seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. He pushed himself to his feet and scanned his surroundings. He was in a vast, white clearing covered in snow. The wind carried snow through the air, causing it to swirl around him and making it impossible to see past about a ten-foot radius. Despite the fact that he had no idea where he was или what was going on, he was calm. Suddenly a whistle resounded in the distance.
He turned toward the sound and cocked his head curiously, taking a cautious step forward. The snow pressed against the bottom of his feet, squishing between his toes, and making a light crunch with each step. He wrapped his flippers around himself, trying to fight off the cold and pressed on, taking another step forward. After about a минута of walking he came upon a small clearing where some tracks cut through the snow. All was quiet until he heard that whistle again, which sounded closer than last time.
That’s when he saw it. Off in the distance, a train approached, slowing as it got closer. Once it had arrived, a door opened on the first compartment and a пингвин holding a clipboard stepped out. He took a moment to look at Skipper from under his white cap, then he spoke. “Come forth, penguin.”
Skipper was hesitant, but came forward. “Where am I?”
“This is where Ты come…after life, I’m afraid.”
“So…you’re telling me…I’m dead?”
“‘fraid so. Please board the train.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Well, once this train leaves, it isn’t coming back. So if I were you, I’d come in where it’s warm.”
Skipper considered for a moment, then figured he didn’t have much choice. He stepped slowly вперед and boarded the train, feeling the door close behind him, separating him from the chill of the outside. I must be dreaming… He thought. That’s when the most unexpected happened.
As he walked between the seated rows of small animals, he saw the барсук that had helped him and Eve out of that animal testing place. They looked at each other, eyes wide with shock. Skipper took the empty Далее to him. “What are you…what happened?” He whispered.
“I don’t wanna talk about it…the real Вопрос is, what happened to you? Ты should see the commotion in New York!”
“Commotion? What commotion?”
“Well, if Ты don’t know, I’m not gonna waste time explaining it to you. Ты still have a chance to get outta here.”
“But what am I supposed to do once I get out?”
“I dunno, but something tells me you’ll figure it out.” Suddenly there was a lurch, and a vibration shimmied through their bones. The train had started moving. “You need to go. Now.” Skipper stared back into his eyes, unsure of what to do. “Now!” The барсук pushed him from the сиденье, место, сиденья and Skipper stumbled to the back of the car, where the capped пингвин stopped him.
“I changed my mind…I want to get off.”
“I’m sorry, you’re too late. The train has started moving.”
“You don’t understand, I need to get off!”
“You can’t! You’re too late! Now take your seat!” Skipper, determined to get off the train, turned around and pushed his way to a window, opened it, and looked out. The train was gradually picking up speed and cold, icy wind flowed into the compartment. He acted quickly, knowing that hesitating might make him realize what a bad idea this was. He climbed onto the pane and pushed off into the white abyss. The impact of his body into the snow felt like someone had just Tasered him; the shock exploding through his body as he rolled through the snow.
Once he had stopped rolling, he lay still, breathing heavily, watching the train disappear into the white haze. He pushed his aching body to its feet and stood where he was for a moment, then began walking.
He walked for about two hours, shivering and fighting through the cold. He didn’t know where he was going, but knew that he couldn’t stop. There was this feeling deep inside him that he couldn’t quite describe that drove him on. Maybe it was the feeling of knowing that his team wasn’t 100% безопасно, сейф yet. или maybe it was the fact that someone had tried to kill him, and he needed to know that whoever it was wasn’t going to go after the ones he cared about. Whatever it was, was telling him that he couldn’t stop, no matter what. Suddenly a small sound cut through the whistle and howl of the wind. He stopped for a moment and listened. He was about to assume it was his imagination when he heard it again; a small crackling sound reached his eardrum. He listened a little harder, trying to pinpoint the direction of the sound. He began walking toward it, the crackle becoming еще audible with every step.
As the sound of the crackling grew so did the intensity of the glow of a flickering light in the near distance. Skipper continued вперед until he came upon the Источник of light: a small bonfire. How would a огонь be able to withstand this cold? Skipper jumped at the sound of someone’s voice.
“Very interesting…”
To Skipper’s right, a couple of feet from the fire, sat an owl. He had silky white feathers that blended in with the snow. The only distinctive areas that caused the owl to stand out were his dark colored talons and his golden eyes, which slowly opened as he turned his head to look at him. “Who are you? Where am I?”
The owl closed his eyes and turned his head back toward the fire. “I am but a figment of your imagination.” He answered. His voice was calm and mysterious, bringing out each syllable and his s’s slightly hissed.
“So…I am dreaming?”
“More или less.”
“I don’t understand…what’s going on?”
The owl opened his eyes again, and then he spread open his large wings and flapped them together, causing the огонь to swirl into the air. When it settled, Skipper approached the fire, not believing his eyes. He was looking at himself.
He examined it curiously; he was unconscious, in a постель, кровати in the infirmary. A tube was down his throat and an IV was in his fore-flipper. A nurse was there with a clipboard, listening to his сердце and taking notes. “I still don’t understand…if that’s me…then how am I here?”
“This is just your subconscious’ way of adapting to your current situation.”
“And how exactly am I supposed to get back to reality?”
“That depends on you.”
Skipper looked the owl, then back to himself in the fire. Now Eve was by his side; she looked around, as if making sure she wasn’t being watched, then bent over him and gently kissed his cheek. She then left the room. After a moment, the hazy image of his resting body was consumed by the flames and disappeared. He touched his flipper to his cheek, recrossed his flippers, then asked: “What do I have to do?”
The owl opened his eye once again, but then stepped forward. He approached Skipper, his talons shuffling through the snow. When he stood Далее to Skipper, he held out one of his talons and said: “Come with me.”
Skipper looked at his sharp talons, then into his kind golden eyes and asked: “Where are we going?”
“I sense there are some things that Ты don’t understand.”
“Like what?”
The owl smiled. “Come with me and we’ll find out.” Skipper hesitated a moment, then took the owls’ talon. The owl closed his eyes, and a moment later the snow began to swirl around them. The огонь puffed out and the resulting smoke fell into the path of the vortex of snow. Skipper watched in sheer amazement as the snow whipped around them and licked at their heels. Gradually the wind and snow slowed and drifted slowly to the ground. Skipper looked around, and to his left, was Alastair and two small hatchlings.
Skipper’s face twisted in anger. “I’m gonna kill you, ya psycho!” He started for him, but the owl stopped him.
“He can’t hear you, nor see you. And Ты won’t be able to touch them. Just watch.” Skipper was going to say something, but instead just turned and watched as told.
This was certainly something Skipper never would’ve expected…Alastair was happy…and not in his usual devious way. He seemed like he was…at peace. He stepped closer, watching him play with the two small chicks. The small penguins laughed with joy as Alastair chased them around. Skipper wouldn’t have imagined Alastair capable of causing actual joy. Then one of the chicks stumbled and fell into the snow. Alastair rushed to her side and picked her up, cradling the weeping chick. “It’s okay, Eve. It’s okay, Daddy’s here.”
“Eve! Who are Ты talking about!?” Private called after her, him and Kowalski trying to keep up with her fast pace.
“Manor! Gah! I’m such an idiot!”
“You’re not an idiot, Eve! I should’ve suspected, too!” Kowalski pointed out.
Once they arrived at the prison, Eve stopped and turned to them. “You two stay out here.”
“What?!” Kowalski and Private сказал(-а) simultaneously.
“I know my way around the infirmary; I don’t need Ты two to slow me down.” Kowalski and Private tried to protest, but Eve had already turned and entered the prison.
Eve slid around corners and scrambled up the stairs. She stopped abruptly at the entrance to the infirmary, wanting to enter stealthily. She slowly opened the door and quietly stepped in. She peeked in, and when she saw no one, she entered.
She crept across the infirmary, staying hidden in the shadows. When she reached Skipper’s room, she took a deep breath and opened the door.
It opened fast and hit the Стена with a thump. Eve stood in combat position as she stared into the empty room, with the exception of the sleeping Skipper. She looked around the vacant infirmary, stepped in, and shut the door behind her. She then approached Skipper until she came to a stop at his side. She gently touched the side of his face, which was cold to the touch, but his сердце was still beating according to the monitors. She pulled the cover up to his chin.
Was she wrong? Manor was nowhere to be seen and Skipper was still alive…could it have been a coincidence that Manor had eye drops and decided to take the night shift? She was about to leave when she heard the knob to the door turning. Panicking, she hid behind a тележка, корзина that was sitting idle on the other side of the room. She watched as dim light gradually flowed into the room, along with the eerie sound of the door creaking open. Once the creaking ceased, indicating that the door was fully open, she examined the penguin-shaped shadow that lay on the floor from behind the cart. Her сердце pounded so hard she could barely hear the light pat…pat…pat… of the footsteps the other пингвин was making. When the пингвин was visible, she crouched tighter into the shadows.
She couldn’t see his face because his back was turned, but she knew it was Manor. He stopped at the side of the постель, кровати and stared at Skipper for a moment, then took the tube that pumped saline into Skipper’s vein in his flipper. Eve’s eye’s widened in shock as Manor started connecting a syringe to the line. She acted without thinking; she leapt to her feet and screamed, “NO!” as she charged at him. Manor whipped around; his eyes were wide with shock as Eve grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him to the other side of the room. She then pounced on him and pinned him down. “Why!? What logical reason would Ты have to kill him?!”
Manor laughed. “Like Ты don’t know. He’s paying me, and he сказал(-а) not to let anyone get in my way…including you.” He then pushed Eve off of himself, rolled on вверх of her and pressed his elbow into her trachea. Eve gasped for air when a twinkle caught her eye. The syringe laid on the floor a couple of feet away. She reached for it, grabbed it, and stabbed Manor in the shoulder with it. Manor cried out in pain and Eve was able to push him off.
She gasped for air and rolled back on вверх of Manor, pinning him down again. “Why would Alastair need to kill him?! Wasn’t sending him to prison enough to satisfy him?!”
Manor grinned evilly. “Go to hell.”
“You first…” Eve placed her flipper on the syringe pump. “Talk.”
“Ha! Ты don’t have the guts…”
“Try me.” Eve stared hard into Manor’s eyes.
Manor stared hard back and said, “You’re cute. Your little intimidating act may work on everyone else, but not on me.”
For a moment they stared at each other in silence, then Eve said: “Alright, have it your way. Tell Alastair I сказал(-а) Эй, when Ты get to hell.” Eve began to slowly push the насос in, and Manor’s smile faded.
She’d injected about a fourth of the solution in when Manor said: “No! Wait! Ты can’t…you wouldn’t!”
Eve stopped injecting and said: “Then spill.”
“I don’t know! Alastair only told me to kill him! He didn’t give me a reason! Please!”
“I don’t believe you…”
“I’m telling the truth!”
“Good bye…”
“Wait! Fine! Ugh…all he told me was…” He grinned again. “You should’ve been careful of how close we landed to the suture cart.” Eve’s eyes widened, and before she could react, Manor cut into her side with a small scalpel. Unfortunately for Manor, Eve managed to inject the remnants of the syringe into him at the same time. Eve toppled onto her side as she grasped at her wound. Manor got to his feet and pulled the needle out of his arm and held his shoulder. He cringed in pain and fell back down to the floor. Eve watched in horror as Manor began shaking and grasping tight at his chest where his сердце was. He cried out in pain and thrashed about the floor. Gradually the shaking and thrashing slowed into quick twitches, until he stopped moving completely.
Eve stayed where she was a moment, letting what had just happened sink in. Manor was dead. Alastair bribed him into killing skipper. She looked down at her wound and cringed in pain, squinting her eyes shut. She opened them again when she heard a small sound. She looked over at manor, and cautiously got to her feet and checked his pulse. When she found none, she assumed it was just her imagination, until she heard it again. That’s when she realized it was Skipper. He was waking up!
Despite the pain, she half-limped as quickly as she could to Skipper’s side. “Skipper? Skipper, it’s me…can Ты hear me?” Skipper slowly opened his eyes and looked around until he saw Eve, who smiled. “Welcome back.”
32 Hours Earlier…
Skipper watched the distorted figures above him fade into black, and he fell into a постель, кровати of snow. His vision was a blur…a white haze obscuring his view. A cold chill ran up his spine and he shivered. He blinked a few times to clear his vision and slowly picked his head up. Looking around, he seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. He pushed himself to his feet and scanned his surroundings. He was in a vast, white clearing covered in snow. The wind carried snow through the air, causing it to swirl around him and making it impossible to see past about a ten-foot radius. Despite the fact that he had no idea where he was или what was going on, he was calm. Suddenly a whistle resounded in the distance.
He turned toward the sound and cocked his head curiously, taking a cautious step forward. The snow pressed against the bottom of his feet, squishing between his toes, and making a light crunch with each step. He wrapped his flippers around himself, trying to fight off the cold and pressed on, taking another step forward. After about a минута of walking he came upon a small clearing where some tracks cut through the snow. All was quiet until he heard that whistle again, which sounded closer than last time.
That’s when he saw it. Off in the distance, a train approached, slowing as it got closer. Once it had arrived, a door opened on the first compartment and a пингвин holding a clipboard stepped out. He took a moment to look at Skipper from under his white cap, then he spoke. “Come forth, penguin.”
Skipper was hesitant, but came forward. “Where am I?”
“This is where Ты come…after life, I’m afraid.”
“So…you’re telling me…I’m dead?”
“‘fraid so. Please board the train.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Well, once this train leaves, it isn’t coming back. So if I were you, I’d come in where it’s warm.”
Skipper considered for a moment, then figured he didn’t have much choice. He stepped slowly вперед and boarded the train, feeling the door close behind him, separating him from the chill of the outside. I must be dreaming… He thought. That’s when the most unexpected happened.
As he walked between the seated rows of small animals, he saw the барсук that had helped him and Eve out of that animal testing place. They looked at each other, eyes wide with shock. Skipper took the empty Далее to him. “What are you…what happened?” He whispered.
“I don’t wanna talk about it…the real Вопрос is, what happened to you? Ты should see the commotion in New York!”
“Commotion? What commotion?”
“Well, if Ты don’t know, I’m not gonna waste time explaining it to you. Ты still have a chance to get outta here.”
“But what am I supposed to do once I get out?”
“I dunno, but something tells me you’ll figure it out.” Suddenly there was a lurch, and a vibration shimmied through their bones. The train had started moving. “You need to go. Now.” Skipper stared back into his eyes, unsure of what to do. “Now!” The барсук pushed him from the сиденье, место, сиденья and Skipper stumbled to the back of the car, where the capped пингвин stopped him.
“I changed my mind…I want to get off.”
“I’m sorry, you’re too late. The train has started moving.”
“You don’t understand, I need to get off!”
“You can’t! You’re too late! Now take your seat!” Skipper, determined to get off the train, turned around and pushed his way to a window, opened it, and looked out. The train was gradually picking up speed and cold, icy wind flowed into the compartment. He acted quickly, knowing that hesitating might make him realize what a bad idea this was. He climbed onto the pane and pushed off into the white abyss. The impact of his body into the snow felt like someone had just Tasered him; the shock exploding through his body as he rolled through the snow.
Once he had stopped rolling, he lay still, breathing heavily, watching the train disappear into the white haze. He pushed his aching body to its feet and stood where he was for a moment, then began walking.
He walked for about two hours, shivering and fighting through the cold. He didn’t know where he was going, but knew that he couldn’t stop. There was this feeling deep inside him that he couldn’t quite describe that drove him on. Maybe it was the feeling of knowing that his team wasn’t 100% безопасно, сейф yet. или maybe it was the fact that someone had tried to kill him, and he needed to know that whoever it was wasn’t going to go after the ones he cared about. Whatever it was, was telling him that he couldn’t stop, no matter what. Suddenly a small sound cut through the whistle and howl of the wind. He stopped for a moment and listened. He was about to assume it was his imagination when he heard it again; a small crackling sound reached his eardrum. He listened a little harder, trying to pinpoint the direction of the sound. He began walking toward it, the crackle becoming еще audible with every step.
As the sound of the crackling grew so did the intensity of the glow of a flickering light in the near distance. Skipper continued вперед until he came upon the Источник of light: a small bonfire. How would a огонь be able to withstand this cold? Skipper jumped at the sound of someone’s voice.
“Very interesting…”
To Skipper’s right, a couple of feet from the fire, sat an owl. He had silky white feathers that blended in with the snow. The only distinctive areas that caused the owl to stand out were his dark colored talons and his golden eyes, which slowly opened as he turned his head to look at him. “Who are you? Where am I?”
The owl closed his eyes and turned his head back toward the fire. “I am but a figment of your imagination.” He answered. His voice was calm and mysterious, bringing out each syllable and his s’s slightly hissed.
“So…I am dreaming?”
“More или less.”
“I don’t understand…what’s going on?”
The owl opened his eyes again, and then he spread open his large wings and flapped them together, causing the огонь to swirl into the air. When it settled, Skipper approached the fire, not believing his eyes. He was looking at himself.
He examined it curiously; he was unconscious, in a постель, кровати in the infirmary. A tube was down his throat and an IV was in his fore-flipper. A nurse was there with a clipboard, listening to his сердце and taking notes. “I still don’t understand…if that’s me…then how am I here?”
“This is just your subconscious’ way of adapting to your current situation.”
“And how exactly am I supposed to get back to reality?”
“That depends on you.”
Skipper looked the owl, then back to himself in the fire. Now Eve was by his side; she looked around, as if making sure she wasn’t being watched, then bent over him and gently kissed his cheek. She then left the room. After a moment, the hazy image of his resting body was consumed by the flames and disappeared. He touched his flipper to his cheek, recrossed his flippers, then asked: “What do I have to do?”
The owl opened his eye once again, but then stepped forward. He approached Skipper, his talons shuffling through the snow. When he stood Далее to Skipper, he held out one of his talons and said: “Come with me.”
Skipper looked at his sharp talons, then into his kind golden eyes and asked: “Where are we going?”
“I sense there are some things that Ты don’t understand.”
“Like what?”
The owl smiled. “Come with me and we’ll find out.” Skipper hesitated a moment, then took the owls’ talon. The owl closed his eyes, and a moment later the snow began to swirl around them. The огонь puffed out and the resulting smoke fell into the path of the vortex of snow. Skipper watched in sheer amazement as the snow whipped around them and licked at their heels. Gradually the wind and snow slowed and drifted slowly to the ground. Skipper looked around, and to his left, was Alastair and two small hatchlings.
Skipper’s face twisted in anger. “I’m gonna kill you, ya psycho!” He started for him, but the owl stopped him.
“He can’t hear you, nor see you. And Ты won’t be able to touch them. Just watch.” Skipper was going to say something, but instead just turned and watched as told.
This was certainly something Skipper never would’ve expected…Alastair was happy…and not in his usual devious way. He seemed like he was…at peace. He stepped closer, watching him play with the two small chicks. The small penguins laughed with joy as Alastair chased them around. Skipper wouldn’t have imagined Alastair capable of causing actual joy. Then one of the chicks stumbled and fell into the snow. Alastair rushed to her side and picked her up, cradling the weeping chick. “It’s okay, Eve. It’s okay, Daddy’s here.”
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"I can't believe Ester, a girl I've known for a third of my entire life, would decide to just flirt with Rico, and in front of my very eyes!"
Alex: gee santa does't com early skipper and the penguins come skipper: kolwaski where are we kolwaski: at a house
And downstairs is a subway sation Alex just stands there
Alex: who are you? Skipper just looks at Alex. Alex: hm hello? Skipper: oh yeah I am skipper and that's kolwaski, private and Rico Alex: oh right kolwaski, private and Rico go downstairs Alex and. Skipper look at each other then I look up there a misltoe Alex looks up and then looks at Skipper
Then they kissed kolwaski, private and Rico looks at them
Then the break Alex: well I should get back to Чтение skipper: what are Ты reading? Alex: I am Чтение the hunger games skipper: I read the whole book Alex: really can Ты tell me what happens at the end skipper: nope Alex: come on
Alex: fell asleep on skipper' s shoulder
And downstairs is a subway sation Alex just stands there
Alex: who are you? Skipper just looks at Alex. Alex: hm hello? Skipper: oh yeah I am skipper and that's kolwaski, private and Rico Alex: oh right kolwaski, private and Rico go downstairs Alex and. Skipper look at each other then I look up there a misltoe Alex looks up and then looks at Skipper
Then they kissed kolwaski, private and Rico looks at them
Then the break Alex: well I should get back to Чтение skipper: what are Ты reading? Alex: I am Чтение the hunger games skipper: I read the whole book Alex: really can Ты tell me what happens at the end skipper: nope Alex: come on
Alex: fell asleep on skipper' s shoulder
Once in a kingdom a king and qween wanted a child. Fanely there wish came true. a girl was born. they named her marlene wich ment young princess.to calabraght the long awhited birth they trow a party.the выдра, оттер king's friend a king himself deside to Присоединиться there kingdoms togheter as one by batroghting prince tamon to princess marlene.then 3 good frieses came two gave the gifts of bueaty and song.the 3rd one was about to give her gift when a evil sorrseres came. her name was jane.she was the only one oninvited. she siad that before the sun sat on marlene's 28th birthday marlene would prick her finger on the spindel and die.the 3rd good sorrsores give her gift that if this withs spell was to come true that marlene will not die but sleep tell true loves Kiss wakes her up.
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