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Fanfic: Ein Kämpfer zum Verlieben (2)
Chapter: A fighter to fall in love with (2)
So here comes the 2nd part of my fic.! Is not that great? Oh, by the way: A very big thank you to Silly_Sally! My stories are short, but I think that makes things more appealing! So, let's go!
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When I woke up the next morning, I got dressed and ran to the bakery. In the afternoon I was drawn to the park, where lots of couples in love ran around. 'Are they good,' I thought. , You can share your worries with someone and you are not alone. I'm in a bad way. Just bad luck with the Martians so far. Well, I can only speak Venusian. `,, What are you doing here? 'someone asked. It was trunks. “Sitting on a bench in the park! 'I replied, whereupon he stared at me and then snorted off. "Let's be honest: Why do you always look around with such sad dog eyes? 'he asked a lot more seriously. “Oh, that's nobody's business. Not even you. 'I replied. What he didn't know: I was heartbroken, so why not look sad.And besides, you can't always run around grinning. My eyes glazed over. "Are you drugged? 'Trunks asked jokingly. I grumbled a haha and got up. Without further ado, I decided to go home and watch TV.
,,Damn! 'I reported. ,, Just junk on TV: Only love counts, love at first sight, tips and tricks for the best flirting tactics. `` All in one just shit, I thought. 'So what does that tell us: TV is mass dumbing down,' I added in my head. , I would have to be let on TV, then something would come again! `
(On the next day (read: onn se next däi * ggg *) I found a loveletter in my mailbox (read: ai faund a lafletter in my mailbox))
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You mustn't take the last one seriously, it's not part of the story. This will just be my little English course (* superior grin *).with the next story, that might take a while. If I continue to write at all, because that again depends on the clerks you write to me.
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When I woke up the next morning, I got dressed and ran to the bakery. In the afternoon I was drawn to the park, where lots of couples in love ran around. 'Are they good,' I thought. , You can share your worries with someone and you are not alone. I'm in a bad way. Just bad luck with the Martians so far. Well, I can only speak Venusian. `,, What are you doing here? 'someone asked. It was trunks. “Sitting on a bench in the park! 'I replied, whereupon he stared at me and then snorted off. "Let's be honest: Why do you always look around with such sad dog eyes? 'he asked a lot more seriously. “Oh, that's nobody's business. Not even you. 'I replied. What he didn't know: I was heartbroken, so why not look sad.And besides, you can't always run around grinning. My eyes glazed over. "Are you drugged? 'Trunks asked jokingly. I grumbled a haha and got up. Without further ado, I decided to go home and watch TV.
,,Damn! 'I reported. ,, Just junk on TV: Only love counts, love at first sight, tips and tricks for the best flirting tactics. `` All in one just shit, I thought. 'So what does that tell us: TV is mass dumbing down,' I added in my head. , I would have to be let on TV, then something would come again! `
(On the next day (read: onn se next däi * ggg *) I found a loveletter in my mailbox (read: ai faund a lafletter in my mailbox))
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You mustn't take the last one seriously, it's not part of the story. This will just be my little English course (* superior grin *).with the next story, that might take a while. If I continue to write at all, because that again depends on the clerks you write to me.