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For Ciaran, my ghetto fabulous baby.

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It's still not quite apparent to me how this muilti-member relationship began.
I'm aware of the word 'fate', and how it's been tossed around a lot these days.
But looking back on the events that have happened in the past few years,
I don't think toying with that term is appropriate.


It started with a boy. I didn't know him, but wewe could tell from the tenacious look in his eye that he was always aiming for something. Most adults look at people his age and think that his goals are just childlike dreams. A far off glint.


"I want to be a Korean pop star."
bang.
The...

I walked slowly to Chris and Chef's tent while they ate dinner. Chef was still in his army suit.
"...Hey guys," I alisema stepping inside.
"What do wewe want?" Chef asked putting down his fork.
"Food..." I alisema with a cute smile. Chris looked at Chef and Chef looked back.
"Your "food" is in the dumpster in the Mess Hall, little lady." Chris smiled. I scowled in return.
"Well, that chakula is not good for my growing teen-girl body!" I alisema rocking on my heels. Chef sighed and pointed toward the fridge. I was walking over when I saw a pair of feet disappear behind the counter. My eyes opened and I thought...