?You were a WARRIOR, my poor lost sister, and a magnificent one, both valorous and compassionate. You still are that warrior, but all you do is fight ...ourself and those of us trying to help you!Grow up, little sister,? she grated out, ?BE what you are meant to be, a hope for both our people and your former race. Someone who just might be able to help stop this senseless war between Humanity and Cheryii. Someone who holds the power to not only heal that gaping, bleeding sore, but replace it. "If only I had the money I would love this picture," I said."So would I, " Dewi responded, "but do you know what would be betterthan owning it?" Dunno, what?" I asked."Being able to paint something as good if not better," he explained,"I'm sure I will be able in a few years, what about you?" Yes I think I might be able to one day," I responded.The time sped by as we examined all the pictures and discussed thetechniques used by the artists.The clock struck four."Ohmigod, I'll miss my train!" I. She muffles something at me, worried and confused. "Its ok you little fucking sex slave. Mommy has to do some things with you, and you need to do exactly what mommy says. Ok?" I shut the door behind us. Its thick and seals well, and we're far enough away from the baby's room down the hall. I think we're good no matter how much noise we make. I coax Ella into getting on the bed. She’s so confused she doesn't even complain or struggle. I lay her in the middle of the bed and begin fastening her. He had the green light, it looked safe to enter the intersection, but it wasn’t. A semi coming down the hill into town had lost its breaks. It was carrying a load of granite blocks. There was nothing the driver could do. It was over probably before my brother or wife knew that there was a problem. It turned out that the truck had just had break maintenance and one of the fittings was flawed. It fractured, leaving momentum in charge. My brother and I (George) were often mistaken for twins. Our.