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Pikachu OriginsEven, though you're a 14 year old boy, you still like pokemon.
And you're pretty sure you'll keep liking pokemon, no matter how long you live.
Ever since that first day that friend told about pokemon so many years ago, your excitement for the strange little creatures was still going strong.
So that's why when you came home that afternoon, you found yourself popping in your old 'Pokemon: Yellow Version' into your dusty old gameboy, just for a rush of noglastica.
Little did you know that your life was about to change forever on this day because of a single pokemon game and a strange twist a fate. A twist of fate that would change your life permanently.
That afternoon when you arrived home from school, it was just like any other day: get up, go to school, come back, and sleep.
But however, you did always manage squeeze a little free-time each day into your favorite thing- pokemon.
Truth was, you weren't even sure WHY you liked pokemon. It was just something about those strange little anim
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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