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Trainer Orange Ep. 6

Valencia's buildings all looked the same. Franklin has seen Pokecenters on the television before but none of these buildings sparked familiarity. "Franklin slow down," Martin said limping behind. Vulpix's breathing in Frankin's arm was becoming feint, the complete opposite of Frankin's. Steady brink buildings, blurry faces, and domesticated Pokemon, and no Pokecenter. The edge of… Continue reading Trainer Orange Ep. 6

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Weaken

The pile of dishes left unwashed and stacked to the cupboard above. The empty food bowl labeled 'Max' flipped upside down. The coffee table littered with prescription pill bottles either standing or fallen. The door left slightly propped open, for all too see.

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Old Partner

She walks high and tall, strolling right past her quondam. Never the slightest regard that he ever existed in her life. The bachelors flock to her, holding her attention, for only a fraction. More drinks than her frame can withhold. Necks break as she heads towards the exit, with a wink, and she's gone.