Character: Sophie. Page 1

Besides, the young man was absolutely stunning: narrow, unworldly face, and Sophie thought he was very adult, much over twenty.
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- Merciful heavens, - surprised Sophie. Yes this chanter hole for all its nastiness - things a child of barely twenty! Yeah, being old is another matter, she thought, turning the bacon in the pan.

- You may have to stay here, secure and a little bit miserable until the day I die. Better than to try and fail, right?
I think I would fail?
Everyone's got dreams, Sophie, very few will be able to bring them to life, so why pretend?

The world has become so inhumane. It's all fake. They are blind and deaf to everything but money, career. Stupid and arrogant. Are unable to communicate with them. I'm fighting with them. Want them destroyed themselves... I want interaction. Really want. But it's just unbearable. Pull every second of the smartphones to back up their petty desires, to decide what to buy in the store have that will look in the movie. They absorb all.

The horror. Smelly brigade.
- Boys don't smell so bad.
She wants to tell what smelled worse, but not much: cheese with mold, sewage, mud, rotten garbage, zombies, rotten eggs...

- It is dangerous to play God.
- I believe in proof. No one has proved that there is a magical spirit, invisible, living above our heads.
- How many senses do the worm?
Two. The sense of smell and touch.
Means they live, seeing nothing and not knowing about the light, right? The concept of light to them is unimaginable.
Yes.
But we humans know about the world. It's all around them - above them. Now worms can't see him, but because of mutations can, right?
- So.
- So, doctor my Eyes, imagine that rare people, a new feeling of spirituality. They feel the world above us like the light on these worms.

But, if you screw something smug or arrogant, or shallow, I will release you from the house of the Reaper.
But then, because I can't talk!

- Nobody tells Agatha that you're evil, Sophie sighed. - You're just different.
- How it is different?
Well, for starters, you only wear black.
Because black does not get dirty.
- You never leave the house.
- At me there watching people.
For contest "Write a story" you sent stories over the fact that Snow white eaten by vultures and Cinderella drowning in the tub.
- I thought this was the best ending.
On my birthday you gave me a dead frog!
- To remind you that we all die and eventually will rot under the ground, eaten by worms, and therefore should enjoy our birthdays while we have them. I felt that here is something to think about.

- Still don't get it, why are you my friend?
Because you're sweet and funny, ' replied Sophie.
- My mom says I'm dramatic, and grumpy, ' said Agatha. - So one of you is lying.

- Look, this color - he is called rusty?
- Red gold, ' replied Sophie. It was clear that the hole does not hurt, it changed, again finding the heart, except the eyes become brighter - more like eyes and less glass beads. Natural, by the way, she added, - not that some.
Could never understand what all the fuss is about with this naturalness, - her chin hole, and Sophie realized that he hadn't changed at all.

Different from other usually turns into Evil.

I brought biscuits!
Real or baked?

We, vegetables, are engaged in their vegetable way of life.

- I was confined to bed - a little sheepishly said Sophie, intently watching the reaction of Chris, when they broke the kiss. She smiled more broadly.
The doctor need to perform. Come on, my car in the Parking lot.

- You move without the turn signals? said in her ear so familiar and such a mocking sweet voice.
- You still bump into people and grab them without permission.