If you can imagine a furry humanoid seven feet tall, with the face of an

intelligent gorilla and the braincase of a man, you’ll have a rough idea of what
they looked like – except for their teeth. The canines would have fitted better in
the face of a tiger, and showed at the corners of their wide, thin-lipped mouths,
giving them an expression of ferocity. The tree missed the days the kids used
to come by and play. It still wore the tire swing the kids had put up in its
branches years ago although both the tire and the rope had seen better days.
The tree had watched all the kids in the neighborhood grow up and leave, and it
wondered if there would ever be a time when another child played and laughed
again under its branches. That was the hope that the tree wished every day
as the swing gently swung empty in the wind. It really didn’t matter what
they did to him. He’s already made up his mind. Whatever came his way, he
was prepared for the consequences. He knew in his heart that the sacrifice he
made was done with love and not hate no matter how others decided to spin it.
I recently discovered I could make fudge with just chocolate chips, sweetened
condensed milk, vanilla extract, and a thick pot on slow heat. I tried it with
dark chocolate chunks and I tried it with semi-sweet chocolate chips. It’s better
with both kinds. It comes out pretty bad with just the dark chocolate. The
best add-ins are crushed almonds and marshmallows – what you get from that
is Rocky Road. It takes about twenty minutes from start to fridge, and then it
takes about six months to work off the twenty pounds you gain from eating it.
All things in moderation, friends. All things in moderation. Where do they get
a random paragraph?” he wondered as he clicked the generate button. Do they
just write a random paragraph or do they get it somewhere? At that moment
he read the random paragraph and realized it was about random paragraphs
and his world would never be the same. There was a leak in the boat. Nobody
had yet noticed it, and nobody would for the next couple of hours. This was a
problem since the boat was heading out to sea and while the leak was quite small
at the moment, it would be much larger when it was ultimately discovered. John
had planned it exactly this way. The coin hovered in the air, spinning over and
over again. It reached its peak and began to descend. Both boys were pleading
with it to land a certain way but the coin had already made up its mind on
what it was going to do. She tried to explain that love wasn’t like pie. There
wasn’t a set number of slices to be given out. There wasn’t less to be given
to one person if you wanted to give more to another. That after a set amount
was given out it would all disappear. She tried to explain this, but it fell on
deaf ears. There once lived an old man and an old woman who were peasants
and had to work hard to earn their daily bread. The old man used to go to fix
fences and do other odd jobs for the farmers around, and while he was gone the
old woman, his wife, did the work of the house and worked in their own little
plot of land. ”So, what do you think?” he asked nervously. He wanted to know
the answer, but at the same time, he didn’t. He’d put his heart and soul into
the project and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to recover if they didn’t like what
he produced. The silence from the others in the room seemed to last a lifetime
even though it had only been a moment since he asked the question. ”So, what
do you think?” he asked again. Samantha wanted to be famous. The problem

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was that she had never considered all the downsides to actually being famous.
Had she taken the time to objectively consider these downsides, she would have
never agreed to publically sing that first song.