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First to arrive was Cole Kingston. His hair was always messy, standing up in spikes; he never bothered to keep it tidy. His eyes were yellow, due to his mother being a naga. He'd been friends with Mai, and with Nala, who was Rian and Snake's daughter, for a long time.
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Mai gave him a a hug, kissing his cheek then punching his upper arm, "Hey, Cole! First one here, that means you gotta buy my popcorn." she said, grinning.
On Grafton Street in November, we tripped lightly along the ledge.
Of the deep ravine where can be seen, the true worth of passion's pledge. The Queen of Hearts still making tarts, and I not making hay. Oh I loved too much and by such and such, is happiness thrown away. |
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"Nope. They're all as slow as F*cksville." she said, rolling her eyes. She took a packet of gummy bears out of her pocket and offered him one.
On Grafton Street in November, we tripped lightly along the ledge.
Of the deep ravine where can be seen, the true worth of passion's pledge. The Queen of Hearts still making tarts, and I not making hay. Oh I loved too much and by such and such, is happiness thrown away. |
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"And my mum wanted me out of the house in case she blew it up or something."
Nala rounded the corner, running at top speed. She was trying to stop, but kept skidding on the pavement (some eejit had split water all over it) and eventually she skidded into Cole. On Grafton Street in November, we tripped lightly along the ledge.
Of the deep ravine where can be seen, the true worth of passion's pledge. The Queen of Hearts still making tarts, and I not making hay. Oh I loved too much and by such and such, is happiness thrown away. |
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Nala stuck out her tongue at him and stepped away, brushing herself off, "Are we all here?"
"I dunni, but I don't care. The rest'll be along in a minute anyway. Let's go inside, they've got air conditioning." On Grafton Street in November, we tripped lightly along the ledge.
Of the deep ravine where can be seen, the true worth of passion's pledge. The Queen of Hearts still making tarts, and I not making hay. Oh I loved too much and by such and such, is happiness thrown away. |
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