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Crazy Love Ch 3: You Were Gone For A Long TimeThe days passed and soon became weeks, which then eventually turned into months. Three months had passed since Violet Parr had met the mysterious Wilbur Robinson. His words had continuously repeated themselves to her.
"Only time will tell."
She did not understand what he meant. A simple yes or no would've made things clearer. Yet as the days went by she began to figure it was a no. Violet had hoped to run into him again. Something about him had made her fascinated by him. There was some mystery to him. Of course they did have little interaction when they first met. All she knew was his name and everything else about him was still to be unlocked. But how was she suppose to uncover his secrets unless she was to see him again? Violet decided to upset the fact that he would remain a mystery.
However in the future a sneaky teenager made his way undetected from his family and into the garage where he found the time machines still intact and not moved away like his father had been sugg
Nothing compares to youAN: I feel I should say this at the start. This contains major ending spoilers. So I recommend you don't read this unless you've either seen the movie or don't care about spoiling yourself. But if you feel strongly about spoilers than please come back once you've seen the film.
Agnes had trouble sleeping that night. She tossed and turned in her former atomic bomb bed. She even hugged her unicorn toy tightly. That unicorn meant a lot to her. It was first thing Gru, her adoptive father, had ever given to her personally and also it was what made them a family as after winning the unicorn for her it made Gru appreciate them and soon accept them as his daughters.
Margo and Edith were both fast asleep and instead of interrupting her sisters, Agnes crawled out of bed and went into the hall. The lights were still on, so it meant that Gru was still awake or someone else, although it was usually Gru. Little Agnes, still holding her preciou
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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