Ɵƞcɘ ʋpoɳ ɑ ɫiɱə, there lived a young girl who was a sweet as honey. Her father was the ringleader and her mother was an audience member. Her mother's name was Maple and her father's name was Zaccai.
One performance many years ago, Zaccai spotted Maple in the audience. Every so often he likes to bring the crowd into the show. His entrance was from a rope, swinging from above the audience. He grabbed Maple and held onto her as he entered the Ring. Maple hadn't a clue of why she was there or why she was chosen out of the millions of people. She hadn't a clue of who this man was. But Zaccai held onto her, held her close and never let her go throughout the show. Some say it was love at first sight.
After that day, the two of them dated for years. On again off again. From them a child was made and her name was Madeline.
One performance many years ago, Zaccai spotted Maple in the audience. Every so often he likes to bring the crowd into the show. His entrance was from a rope, swinging from above the audience. He grabbed Maple and held onto her as he entered the Ring. Maple hadn't a clue of why she was there or why she was chosen out of the millions of people. She hadn't a clue of who this man was. But Zaccai held onto her, held her close and never let her go throughout the show. Some say it was love at first sight.
After that day, the two of them dated for years. On again off again. From them a child was made and her name was Madeline.
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