grrr
I hate flashbacks in fiction. Why don't you people write in the right order of time and build up some nice tension? I don't want to know the end before everything else! These "we're here now but how did we get here?"-style thing from some tv-episodes is great ON tv, it sucks when it's fic.
You can hate me now.
You can hate me now.
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We're moving 'cause right now Cat has to drive about forty minutes to work and the gas i killing us. We just want to be closer to the shop and out of this dumb town.
And thanks for the hug. Poor old Plush. He was so old, though, and not totally well and...well...it was for the best.