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Kenny Mccormik can have any girl. Bébé, Annie, Tina... Heck, he's even done Wendy one or two times, just for the heck of it. Not that he's ever told Stan about that, but he's got a feeling Stan will understand. Because Kenny is is Kenny. ..And Kenny likes girls. He's quite content with that. After all, girls are great, right? ...Right? At least that's what he tries to tell himself every day. And it mght have been working, too. If it wasn't for Butters. He can't even get close to the young blonde, worried that he might not control his actions and take advantage of him. It's not like he hasn't thought of it, mulling plans, fant

Sing I want to I want to sing until the sound stops Sing I want to sing I wan to sing until my voice fades out I wish I could fly higher and high To find a cure against this fever I want to brave the coulds and cry Cry because I can't go higher scream because I'm alive Broken snapped in half drowning Help Me Up! I wish upon all the stars I want to sing for eternity Sing I want to I want to sing until the sound stops Sing I want to sing I wan to sing until my voice fades out Until my time goes out and I'm just an empty shell Sing I want to sing I want to sing sing until I stop breathing Please tell all the stars my plea Dear go

I don't think anybody remembers me anymore. Candice has stopped writing letters, I guess I did fade from her memory at some point. I suppose father has forgotten, too. I haven't heard about him at all in a very long time. Maybe they've started pretending that I was never born. It's a bit sad, actually. Half of my family seems to have forgotten that I ever existed. (You don't see yours alot, do you?) Ah well, during these holidays, I'm going to try and see if I can visit them. Visit them and yell at them, "Hey! I'm your son! Remeber me, remember Adam! Ad-Dee!" ...Oh, I'm sorry. You're not allowed to go home for the holidays, right? Do you

All he could remember was the white, blinding flash of light. And then it was all over. It was a bit ironic- The heat of the atom bomb finally warming his heart in a way that soldiers, blood, and warfare never did. He hasn't felt this warm in months, years, decades, centuries. He's forgotten all about the past war, the cold in his heart as he watched young men being sent to their deaths. Some of them weren't even past childhood, ready to get sluaghtered for the country they loved. Pointless wars, crafted by his insane psycke just to satisfy corrupted leaderships. But they're all gone now, and he won't have to listen to them anymore. When

It always starts with a snowball fight. Matt's always the first target, because if you get him, you'll be able to get Mello. And if you get Mello, you win the game. Of course, nobody ever hits Mello. Partly because it's his birthday, and partly because he's a good player. Even so, Mello's birthday fight is a splendid occasion. Matt loves it, indulging in a fantasy that they are really at war, and he's sheilding Mello from the deadly white ice-grenades with all he's got. Mello smiles and plays along, because it's one of the few ways he can ever thank Matt for all he does. ---------------------------------------------------------- Then time