" I want to go, but it seems as if someone or something isn't wanting to go. I'm not sure any more of what I want to do. Even if I do find him he won't be like a father to me ever." Cree could tell easily that Grimm was trying to stay awake.
She didn't want to leave now. She had a friend here. Someone she could talk to. She stared at the floor. The wood was in good condition. She was beginning to remember her childhood and how she was pushed to the side. But everything had changed she was no longer thought of as a nuisance. She was more.
"Did your father give that to you?" She knew that she shouldn't have said it. Curiousity had began to overwelm her. She moved the chair closer to Grimm. "It is beautiful in its own way."
So much sorrow in him that I don't see how he can be so caring. I wonder so much.
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And when this life is over... and I stand before the God... I'll dream I'm back here standing in my nowhere land of Oz.....
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