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Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 46
"there's just been the boy couch since Mr hourthone disappeared.""you got a wife?"dumont Bucharest frowned"I'm celibate for good, kid ""I thought mallard was your son.""pst, he was just another kid, not just exactly like you."replied dumont"see I've always wanted for kids to do the right thing and never repeat desame mistake that I think I made in the past.""good of you.""however I had first attempted to adopt the pretty boy, really cute when he was little if you asked me, but you see I was a man of lowly estate, was too hard for me I had to give in. and the torrential orphanage, hard of it?oh boy you need much to know, the orphanage was sponsored by the London bridge support group, yes! I said it, our cult. on my part it was a really fragile adoption. the mallards were richer, they had an agency and a really good lawyer, I, I was just a nobody, owned a rusty truck and a cot I would put the baby in if eventually I go him, and which of cause never really happened. so glad that I
Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 47
Dumont Bucharest rummaged through one cupboard, stood a candle stick on its holder and lighted it. the photo frame on the walls brightened, beside all he had hung on that wall--Adulf Cain could now that the actual painting of the gabagers room,gray. and on the cupboard were glasses, a base and one VHS tape."here's what I wanted you to see."he brushed off somethings-- two trinkets , a keyring, one paper weight and an unworking pen, he then blew off at Adulf knew not what, but however, sent clutters and circles against the candle frame. "what do you think?""ugly.""not my house muron. come see I was talking about this message--from our group in London. it was delivered to me to give you, Cain. it just says that some boys, somebody's got to face fate. not crude, just like some hero calling or something.""how was it mailed?""not exactly, some funny man walks up to be and says desame thing he was about to give me, that some boys have to face faith. he was a funny looking guy wearing a
Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 48
Adulf Cain sat before an occasional table. Vergil had a terrible broadcast transmitter, but they managed it. Adulf turned on the telly. it had a poor audio reception so he had to sit real close to hear.he picked up the clicker and flipped through the channels. the picture tube was heavily dusty, with stains against the plate glass-- Bruce had said that this one had scaled through without a laboratory test.on the screen, there was a horse racing event. the camera was at pace with the leading racer of the sprint. it was the state thorough breed handicapping championship. it was held every Christmas in Vergil. Adulf yawned. he picked up the clicker. he was introduced to a surf zone. a woman carried a paddle boarder In one arm, then the scene cut to the paddle boarder it self, before a voice over introduced one fiber glass made one, the other had been plastic. it cut to the lady sailing on the plastic, and then a blond guy on the fiber glass made. "Adulf honey. come over here. a Bennie
Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 49
Adulf raised up the clicker, he changed the channel."creek totes, and Forbes most wealthiest they excaped a paranormal attact at the airport , no body believed them. but guess what we didn't know,"there was a news of a missing airplane called voltex glades. victims whose whereabout could not be made known for about four days since. the Camara paned away through a room to show faces of dead sad relatives."bad audio Bennie. what are you holding?""a cell.""did they actually witness a plane crash?""yes, you see. totes had a dream that there would be a crash, but no one believed him, and now it's finally happened only that the plane didn't just crash somewhere invincible like his dream, but was hijacked by terrorists.turn your louder."Adulf ordered "and stay near the tv set."the audio came through, but this time through Adulf phone.there was a safe protest in hashbadana fighting for the right to credit some cases as paranormal and to sort these issues through a new mode of investi
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he remembered the hotel receptionist, an atrocious blond doing what they all do. he heard her voice informally telling Bruce Cain about the rates and services, getting tipped only because she did know how well she was supposed to use that smile (gentleman prefers blonds like they do all say) she said her name to be miss Mccone , she ensured a proper room allocation for them. Bruce gave her a two minutes flirt before he began registration, sending Damaris off to do the transfers in a nearby micro bank to suit the small hotels payment method.a music played but not from the room that they were in, in some volume. Adulf collapsed in a blue couch, wishing to fall asleep but certainly wasnt able to.the only thing that Adulf would remember on the next day would be the glittering candles on the glasses, and on the mirror holders, on the trays and on the glass stones. he hadn't seen anything so rich. there were black and white photographies of celebs of the eighties on the wall. Bruce shook
Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 51
The last rocket was like a piece of Rock , like a colourful dust that hit the Earth atmosphere from the space, heating up and exploading. it left a tiny shiver as it exploded. some group cheered far away. could someone be staring out right now at the city the way he did now? they're on their way to the orbit, he thought.The last rocket was like a piece of Rock ,of colourful dust. hitting the Earth's atmosphere from the space, heats up and blows. leaving a tiny shivering as it explodes... some group cheered far away, again."Close the windows boy, the candles are flickering."said Bruce."Cain?""Well if he doesn't want to let them just go off."Damaris glanced at adolf shyly, who, disgusted turned to look away. damaris's laughter was high pitched. a voice totally devoid, losing consciousness."Bruce the boy is here.""Oh hell, he is going to see this in a lifetime anyway.""oh, honey. but it's romantic.""why don't I get any kisses then?"Last adolf saw was her throat tensed with a g
Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 52
Clearly now adolf understood that's the vacation resort owned the hotel building that he now sees one of the rooms he must have slept in last night. As he walked a Distance he bumped into a bunch of anime kids holding a wish list and magic bands with air travel resources accompanied by the Egyptian dressed couple. Damaris and Bruce tried acting unconcerned but both were aghast that the child the one with the wolf grey hair kids his size and height that crossed his arm and held his chin up high , checking his watch, had a deadpan facial expression with a condescending body all the more dominating. Adolf Cain was less engaged in his world.Today damaris was wearing a coloured spotted dark blue sleeve silk and texture she looked like a rich business woman my phone results willing to let her mind wonder for onceShe got close to Adolf he saw her Isis they were turning down in lights, houses were playing her favourite sure tease she was relaxed and present. Isis brightening as the nose see
Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 53
It’s December 1st, perharps the beginning of the best time of the year. the second week of November was his beginning because he would decorate his room Christmas, very unAdulf like. he was not the only one in my small town of vergil, Virginia, to go all out for the holidays. It was a tradition here to put Christmas lights on anything and everything you can. It was one of the things that made this time of year light-hearted and enjoyable. People say if you put your decorations up early it makes you happier. he fully stood by that theory.when Adulf Cain opened the door after the times chimes.he was shorked to see Mrs Montoya moorman. ****“i won't get mad. I promised myself that when I saw you I wasn't going to get mad. I understand everything now. you did the hallucinations. they're all afraid of you, how much is this one?” Montoya asked, pointing up at a brand-new snowy landscape painting that he had just hung on the wall today.she looked him up head to toe, he looked very differe
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