the clock chimes twelve and bells begin to jangle
tall and long and spindly; a king addressing his court
the air is sweetened with the taste of sugar
fresh flaky pastry and coffee delivered hot
a blonde grins from behind the wheel
creeping along the cobblestone in her white transport
her companion bears a crown of snow
eyes twinkling but eyebrows twisted in a knot
"how did you know we would be here?"
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Misfits
Teen FictionCASSANDRA NOBLE'S STEPS FOR GETTING YOUR LIFE BACK TOGETHER: 1. Plan a convoluted trip to Europe to bring your runaway friends home and win back your mother's trust (and also figure what they have to do with your recent visions) 2. Plan a second spo...
