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Bounty: The Ultimate Prize Chapter 11As if my life wasn't complicated enough.
Those three idiots Alex, Eva, and Caesar decided to loft around in the house.
For starters, the morning began with loud screaming. Girly screaming. And not from a girl.
Somehow, Misa more-or-less redressed the doll form of Caesar into some type of wedding dress. And took a picture.
I rolled out of the guest bed and landed head-first onto the floor, which didn't help me wake up more. It took Crysis pinching me . . . uh, down south to fully wake me up.
"You prick!" I complained.
Move it asshole.
By the time I got there, Sara and the Twins had already made it.
"Wait, how did you two get here so qui
Bounty: The Ultimate Prize Chapter 10Time seemed to slowly grind away like running a car through thick mud; days blurred into weeks and weeks into months.
It quickly became boring to the point of wishing action to happen again; Smith had only stayed a few days before leaving, Hiruko shifted back and forth between college and street fights, Misa kept changing attires and outfits for the clothing store, Sara continued her shifts at the library. Things became downright dull.
That all changed within the next two days.
The first major event was a local Comic-Con/Otaku gathering where cosplayers would gather far and wide to out-geek and out-class each other in any manner possible;
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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