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| Time to move on | Started by: BlackPanther-Junior on May 21, '18 20:53 |
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The Sky's were Red and the streets were Quiet as the dust settled from the Barbaric War, Smoke still rising, fire being put out by civilians,houses,family's destroyed. They had know clue what had just happened across America. Police,fire fighters in abundance in streets cleaning the dead bodies one by one. BlackPanther-Junior was all alone on his own, knowing his father had passed away. He felt lonely all the people he knew that use to come visit him had sacrificed themselves to this war. It was clear he would have to find somewhere else to live. He couldn't go home now There wasn't a home left to go to. A hand, a beautiful hand, a warm hand grabs him from behind. It was Jasmine, She had a sad but beautiful smile on her face. It was that time. The time to move on. A new life, a fresh start. "Come on dear let's go home" |
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