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1. Playing with bugs
2. The smell of fresh, wet dirt
3. The feeling of splashing water
4. Delicious sandwiches
5. Hearing trees blow in the wind
6. Smushing sand, squeezing mud
7. The sound and feel of wet pebbles
8. Squirming in a cozy bed
9. Rolling in grass
10.Sleep


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King of Sofas, Zebra in America, Golden God, Deviant Robosexual, Trying to Believe, Born-again Retard, Jack of No Trades, Master of None...

My name is Max. That's my first name, obviously. I can't tell you my last name. It would be too dangerous. The Controllers are everywhere. Everywhere. And if they knew my full name, they could find me and my friends, and then . . . well, let's just say I don't want them to find me. What they do to people who resist them is too horrible to think about. I won't even tell you where I live. You'll just have to trust me that it is a real place, a real town.

It may even be your town.

I'm writing this all down so that more people will learn the truth. Maybe then, somehow, the human race can survive until the Andalites return and rescue us, as they promised they would.

Haven't you ever felt this way before? (with a perfect stranger) The look on her face, it just gives her away, she can't take any more hoist up your white flag, call for a truce try separation, we both stand to lose she looks in your eyes as we say our goodbyes and she says

say you're sorry