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Fake London bridge is falling down
Fake London bridge is falling down
Author: Shadrach Heavens

PROLOGUE

last update Last Updated: 2022-02-21 19:53:53

The devil walked into his room about 5:45 am.

His hostel did not have a large room but there were separate beds and a shared bathroom. He's was the end conner, beside a cherubic kid who had a father too who was too fat to do anything. But he was the only skinny kid in room 6, save Gopher, but no one attempted bullying-although it was no longer seen as a matter offense, nerds took a jab ones in a while, which was okay, if physical damages weren't severe.

But not this kid. Everyone was afraid of him-he hadn't beaten up a nerd hater before, he hadn't said a word of defiance to any senior, it was just that he was too goth. The kid did not have the ability to form an expression. He looked on at those who oppressed and who we're operessed with a stoic face, he did not report to principal Hammerstien.

They decided to call him the blue boy.

The boy who ate little and read alot of books with a cover that deserved judgment.

He was the kid whose mother never came on school vacs, and perharps like her, they were on a safari on eachothers alien world.

Benny astbury had asked him if he liked titanic, since he always looked so sad.

"Its your birthday Cain, what do you want for a present? "

"Oh its you Satan. "Said the blue boy. "I want God dead. "

"B--but that's. "

"Impossible? "The boy concluded"then leave me alone. "

And he went back to sleep.

The devil was dumb founded.

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  • Fake London bridge is falling down   CHAPTER 1

    The psychologist was head buried in Antonio Damacio's book, the feeling of what happens next although she was a Daniel stiegs regular. She was not a woman accustomed to darkness. The room was dark save for a dull lamp used for reading, the entire home electrically dead. She decided to channel her mind where ever her distractions led as long as they did not rest on the shadows. It reminded her of her claustrophobic childhood. Whatever had happened to the electrical outlets, had killed it-a power surge, or an unnoticed problematic old wiring, she could not tell. She was mowing the lawn outside this afternoon when the room lights blipped off, the entire home dead. It had not kept her up and nervous, but it did now. She questioned herself awely why she hadn't called for the electrician ealiar. It was quite responsible to allow that she was a very calm woman herself, right now, the book was paying off. She was at page 32 when there was a barring sound, like two h

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  • Fake London bridge is falling down   CHAPTER 2

    Within a while, her feelings returned and she understood her imaginations. There was loneliness, and then detachment, things had always since she had known them, been emotionally eventful, yet physically static. For reasons she couldn't place into premises, she could hear philberts voice talking about psychotherapy in Monroes bookclub on mental sanity. Maybe she needed some diagnosis herself. Philbert had not really been pleased with her futherence to applied psychology and her succeeding to become a child therapist. She had all neccesary therapeutical values, a great psycho dynamic awareness. But counseling children? Why did she have to hear this voices all the time and see these things? They seemed to be passing ungraspable messages, but... Dr montoya jumped from shork, but it had been just her mobile. "Hi honey. "Said philbert. "I was just about to call you. " she said. "Why, its late. I did not expect you to pick my call. ""Did I tell you all e

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  • Fake London bridge is falling down   CHAPTER 3

    Sponge bob was a sensual symbol. Adulf cain was sensual. He slept with with a Hispanic at 8, an idonisian at 9 (Ursa) and finally Sara--sara who would be the end of his life. Finally Damaris watched a fox news on an argument that sponge bob was messing with kids brains, she cut the show for her son but it'd been too late? Did not sponge bob go back to the middle ages to find an unhappy fish who attempted slitting its own throat? 'Someday.. But not today. 'He said. And did not squid ward hang a rope from his ceiling saying 'I just can't seem to get happy.. Maybe this will help. 'Noteworthy that today Adulf was clinically depressed and an addict at 12, (at the time he seeked help.) And at 12 it was that he matured to value the prison of Azkaban, of the harry potter series, coincidence it was released on his birth year. While there had been a Tamagotichi frenzy, where kids skipped class to feed handhead digital pets.. Kids were physically trampled upon to buy a limited e

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    "You want me to talk like an adult to you? Alright. I'll talk like a damn one real good. "She said."children promiscuity is derived from an exposure to sexual abuse. You were abused, Cain. And that's my theory, if I were your mother, you'd be my worst night mare, I wouldn't sleep comfortably knowing that my son was raped and he wouldn't tell me. "He laughed. She also knew that recent sturdy showed a link between promiscuousness and depression. Real life, unlike the movies, she told him, did not breed happy promiscuous teens. They all grew into adult hood with diseases, infertility, and depression. Then she tried the dictators whip--every traitor always had to cringe at this point. She told him that 20 million Americans contracted sexually transmitted diseases every year in the US... And the vast majority didn't know they have it. "You will be one of those folks. "She remembered saying. He stared back blankly"I thought, mrs moorman, that psychologists now asserts

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