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One goes in, two goes out

.The girl's pounding heart gave an ungainly lurch as the soles of her desperate ballet pumps skid on sloppy forest moss.
"Mike--Mike!"
Her cousin, lightening fast, whipped ahead and out of site.
The stranger with the rifle had moved from the roof in what her frantic mind assured her was fervent and now deadly pursuit.
The girl tasted salty tears running down her own sweaty cheeks, she stopped hands on knees to heave in shaking breath. Mike's knackered Reebox rounded a sharp brick walled corner.
Legs flying, Fannie finally caught up to the boy; half tucked through an aluminium drain.
The boy turned wide eyed and sweaty.
"Fran, follow me."
"Mik-"
"Who's there!" A gruff tone bellowed.
Frannie's torso spun in a panicked attempt to locate the source. The search met only with the forest own tall winter pines and ugly metal barb.
Her cousin was gone.
Desperate; the stout girl's fists clenched, she tucked her neck
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The Pig

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Lonely little lady

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UNISEX R US

"Well, I am not OK with you thinking you can just do things without me, you know?" Lesbian Dad was wiping at her face as a tear began to trickle into the picture. "When you were little, it was easy, you know?"
"And now that I am independent, it scares you, huh?"

I mean, back then you would cry and we had a list of things we could do to comfort you. Tummy, yummy, cuddles, diapers. Rock you to sleep and listen to the sound of your contented snores. No problems. And now that you are growing up so fast, I just don't know anymore. Don't you think we want you to be happy? To have a happy life? A lot of friends and fitting in and art. . .and music and contentment. . ."
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