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But "ow" is a better description.
Amidst pain that makes my blood steam and roil, searing my very insides burn, I faintly wonder my name. D--D-- Isn't there a D?
No, it's an F.
Or is it?
But the pain, angry at my distraction, swells and takes every conscious thought from me, except the ever present:
Fight, fight it. Please. It can't last forever... Just a little longer...
Fight.
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Touch Of The Past
FanfictionDanny's gone. Not just from Amity Park. He's gone inside his own mind. Danny Fenton/Phantom doesn't exist anymore. There is only pain and blurry images where his memories used to be. Sam's missing. Not a trace. Jazz and Tucker head to Gotham, unabl...
