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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 7:00 pm
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Today was not special. Today was not unique. No day ever was. Sugar Petal had a routine, one she never strayed from. She would wake up, eat a quick and light breakfast, and then spend the entire day gardening until the sun set. Dinner would come and then she'd, right on time, flop into bed. Then the cycle repeated. She was not like most kids, or even like most members of her family, but it was comfortable. It was safe.
So, like any day, she was gardening in her little patch in the front yard. Currently, she was planting a new mint plant, humming ever so slightly. She did not expect what would come. She didn't even dream at night anything but her gardening! This girl seriously needed a day to just let loose and play. All children needed a day to just be... well.... a kid!
Ruriska Shrill X to the rescueeee!
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 7:06 pm
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 8:17 pm
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 8:22 pm
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 10:23 pm
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Hey. That was her dad, and he was the coolest! She sent a disapproving glance towards Shrill X in response, sighing ever so gently as they marched on to the bus stop. The entire time she kept up her pout, not wavering one second. Not even when they arrived at Go-Kart Heaven and Shrill X, with much excitement, exclaimed it was time to go inside.
"What is this?" She grumbled, trailing after Shrill X and giving the gates a curious once over. Her eyes finally found the Go-Karts, ears flicking back. Oh. Oh this looked dangerous. She held her tongue, though, which wasn't an unusual occurrence. Perhaps she was a bit interested. Were they going on a trip and they got to ride the karts there? Oooo, where were they going?
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