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Bestest deed Ch 3Clive walked with her to the front of a lake glowing in the moonlight reflecting the moon
"C-clive its really pretty!" Nellie said. "My father used to take me here on summer nights He told me
that he first date mother here on this very spot" "wow..." She then moved her hand on the grass and
placed it not realizing it was touching clives hand by accident and her face turned red and she lifted her
hand a little and clive held it there next to his "No its fine no need to be scared. your hand is really soft and
warm" "umm clive I wanted for thank you for everything you done for me.... you found me a name, bought me clothes,
you really treated me nice...thank you" She then kisses his soft cheek Clive in shock blushes "I dont have anything else to pay you with
but i ca-" he interupts her and kisses back "You already did." she tilted her head and looked at him in confusion "what do you mean?"
"tsk you dont even know what you repayed me with your so silly. You repayed me with love or at least
The bestest deed ive ever done Ch.2
"Oh look its raining." Clive said on the way to the library
"....why am i showering again i already had one.." the girl said
clive chuckled at this "showering no its raining raining is diffrent from showering"
"Oh....Isnt that the library right there?" She responded
"good eye I suppose it is!" Clive said and grabbed her hand and walked inside
She got a little flustered and clive asked the librarian where books on names
were. The librarian wrote down 2N and clive took the number and went to to 2N
"Whats the number thingy for?" The girl asked
"This is for knowing which number is which and where is it see 2N" Clive responded
Clive looked at some books and rented them to find names for her The librarian looked
weird at them probably because most of them were Baby name books clive flustered at the tought
Soon clive realized it was raining and rushed to the apartment and then clive went into the guest room]
and placed the books on the small table near the window while she sat down on the bed
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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