BeautifulI just got home from a buisness meeting. I'm in one of those buisness suits because I refuse to wear dresses. I'm tired; it was a long day.Beautiful
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I walk through the door and set my stuff down. I hear noises from the other room, and you walk into the hallway. You smile and your smile, oh your smile gives me the energy of a thousand suns. You're in your smock and you have paint on your fingers and on your face, and you smile hugely and kiss me.
My beautuiful wife.
You launch animatedly into a story of what our daughter did that day, and when we walk into our living room , she's there, our beautiful baby, her beautiful blonde curls and big green eyes, and when I swoop her up into my arm, she has the most adorable laugh. You're still telling me about your day, and I could listen to your voice forever.
It smells good in the house; you've made my favorite dinner. You pull the food out of the oven as I set up the plates. We set our daughter up at the table and you give her the baby food you so thou
Beginning of the End, Ch. 66Beginning of the End, Ch. 6in Writing
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We spend three days planning. I mapped out Russia the best I could, and then Kalani, Nate and I planned around that.
First, we would need to actually get into the gates. To do that, we would need to seem like residents from somewhere else, for the officials in Reaha (Kalani told me that is what the main city was called) keeps tabs on everybody. And to seem like residents from elsewhere, we will actually need to get into a different city, to see how the residents act.
In the last hour we will spend the cave, Lana and I put on the dresses that we have found in the chests at the bottoms of the bed, and, to our disgust, they are heavy and tight; not easy to fight in. We hide our knives up our sleeves. The boys put on some slacks that aren't dirty, and white, long sleeved tunics that hide their belts, where their knives are hidden.
Nate looks nervous, biting his thumb nail, as we sit around the table. Heath is sliding his knife in and out of his belt; Lana tucking the same piec