As of this Post Hex has a wonderful maze going up out back. Her daisy is in the middle of the maze, or at least at the end of it. Much of the plant life that she created is gone out back, some still linger, but it's slowly dying
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Just an update. I am moving. OMG am I moving. I will be moving to the middle of nowhere in Las Crusis. I hate change and this is not going to be a good thing. Not to mention my Step- Dad is kinda control freak and i won't be aloud on the internet much at all. I was just posting here to let you all know what is happening and to let you know that
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Bob's car flies away from the Principal Office. Hex is riding shotgun as Dot drives, Hex looks rather comfortable her feet on the dash. They are heading toward Lost Angles.
"Dot," began Hex, "How long have you and Bob been, well, together?"
Hex sat in her Lair, she shifted restlessly, no Bob.
She stood up from her chair and poofed. She had intended to show up in the park but she ended up in a strange bar. She looked around and strutted to the bar.
I am sad, it seems that the world just hates a virus on her own, why can't the appreciate artistic vision? Aside from users and guardians who just seem to ignore you all the time, how is a girl supposed to have any artistic vision?