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Swan was waiting at his usual place up on the boardwalk when he saw Rembrandt come dashing back. He didn’t seem scared and so Swan went back to watching the rest of the Warriors building up a huge bonfire up the beach from where he stood. It had taken days to collect enough wood but it would be a good celebration, something they needed. New members ( Read more... ) -
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The writer finally got the book. Word on the street is that I will be gettng out more when she's done with it. It's about time. I'm starting to get bored. Keep an eye out for updates. They are coming soon. -
Valentine's
Swan had the plans in motion long ago. Working for Plissken and arranging to have the things brought to him at Aggie's place. Swan folded the dress and robe on the top of the dresser before quietly leaving the room. She hadn't noticed he was gone yet. He prepared a tray with some fruit, a bowl of cereal and a rose. He didn't know too much about ( Read more... ) -
Going to the parade. (Tag Aggie)
Swan had spent the early morning with Snake and surprisingly it wasn't too bad. He seemed to be in a hospitible even happy mood. To Swan it was weird and he wrote it off as getting caught up in the holidays. They still had more then enough time to get to Manhattan when Snake dropped him off at the apartment. Slowly he headed up stairs hoping that ( Read more... ) -
I hate when you're away.
Swan woke up alone and it put him in a bad mood. He knew it was her job but he still hadn't got used to her disappearing at night. He dressed and suffled around the apartment for awhile. He didn't want to stay here, not without her. He went for a walk around the block and stopped at the florists. He didn't know why. Maybe because Snake did all the ( Read more... ) -
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Keep your brother AND his wife away from me! -
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Won't you come see about me ( Read more... )
