so much to utter but all the wind had been knocked out of him by the presence of his father. He saw hieroglyphs, a new language for his already fractured mind. Then he heard it.

Let's hear it, boy! Let's hear how wise the little soldier is. Her little soldier. Hers, not mine!' He beat his chest as he stared at the

h. The sight was even more revolting. He

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child who was trying to avoid a bath. 'Ey, it's...hic! It's my turn now! That

tupid. The same people who had been waiting to hear one of his famous and acclaimed "Chad Casey Holmes speeches". He clustered his bleeding fingers into fists. He had crea

oy! Are you dumb now? H

s head. Children, adults, peers, families all joined together in a time when the country of Guirnea was going through the worst economic crisis. They pooled their voices together to make a joke of one boy because of

nk God. He sat up and looked around him within the black. His heart rate eased and th

h now, if it still remembered him. Yes, Gerald Casey Holmes died in