(THE HERO’S DAMSEL) ‘We need, in every community, a group of angelic troublemakers.’ ----- Bayard Rustin “I am,” With the heavens desire, yet somehow not, a ringing voice and a wondering past whispers in that dire, but destined planted and even plotted scene. To the little boy who held his hand reaching out. The other little boy’s world changes at that moment and turns in every bit he never expected of. “You are?” His name is then being asks with the confidence, yet sweetest smile that brought the unexpected light and warmth to his cruel, dark, and cold world. He slowly reaches his hand accepting his, now holding each other with his smile and words, simply introducing himself. “SKY!” Andrea screams in panic, taken in surprise and worry with Bea in two after falling in the moment that she didn’t expect. Turning the night into sour and for worst if she didn’t think of a way out and for good. “This is not good.” “You think? We will be in trouble even after this.” In the troub
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