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“Eighteen, nineteen, twenty!” Angel Dust spun around, grinning. “Ready or not, Twyla bean, here I come!” And so the tall pink arachnid demon began his search for the tiny child whom he had been roped into playing hide and seek with. And it wasn’t hard for Twyla to get Angel Dust to play with her and her little Leo. Her big green and brown puppy eyes were just to innocent to say no to and she remembered to say pretty please! Angel Dust chuckled as he searched through the normal hiding spots Twyla would use during the games of hide and seek: the tall potted plants, the curtains, and inside the closets. Twyla was o

No one could understand the pain of memories. To be plagued with them every night, swimming and whispering in your head, reminding you of things you've done or should have done. To some, they have grown accustomed to the feeling, ignoring for more pressing matters, like what to wear to an important event with their boyfriend or girlfriend or what to eat the next day. What to put in their coffee in the morning, what to get at the grocery store, or what to do about the dirty kitchen floor. But others cannot think of those things. For one, her memories reel in her head about how much pain she is in. How it was much worse than the day before. H

“Eighteen, nineteen, twenty!” Angel Dust spun around, grinning. “Ready or not, Twyla bean, here I come!” And so the tall pink arachnid demon began his search for the tiny child whom he had been roped into playing hide and seek with. And it wasn’t hard for Twyla to get Angel Dust to play with her and her little Leo. Her big green and brown puppy eyes were just to innocent to say no to and she remembered to say pretty please! Angel Dust chuckled as he searched through the normal hiding spots Twyla would use during the games of hide and seek: the tall potted plants, the curtains, and inside the closets. Twyla was o