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"On the first day of Christmas, I got a Gerarrrrd," trilled Frank, wrapping his hands around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder. I rolled my eyes and sipped my delicious coffee, letting the life-giving liquid slip down my throat and relishing its warmth.
"On the second day of Christmas, Santa Claus gave to me, two pretty kitties, and one beaut-i-fuul Gerard!" As if sensing that he was singing about them, our two cats, Pumpkin and Boo, began to twine around my legs, purring at the volume of a helicopter.
I snorted and turned my head a little so I was facing him. "That's not how the song goes, you know," I informed him.
He smiled and replied, unperturbed, "On the third day of Christmas, Santa Claus gave to me, three tasty fruitcakes, two pretty kitties, and one beaut-i-fuul Gerard!"
I wrinkled my nose. "Fruitcakes? What the fuck? Since when have those been tasty?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Boo wrinkle her little pink nose, too. Not surprising. Nobody likes fruitcakes.
The Death Lullaby
Swiftly it comes like a raven taking flight
Silently it creeps like the shadows of night
And yet we all know it as humans' most terrifying plight.
Gone is all that you worked for
Gone is love, laughter and regrets alike
Replaced by only the darkness
And the yearning for your life
The last thing you remember
Will be your life flashing before your eyes
Make sure that it's worth watching
Before you meet your demise.
Even."Look honey, there's Linda's son; you want to go and say hi?" The mother gently pushes her small child towards the sandbox, in which a small and slightly chubby brunette boy is sitting, his stubby legs spread and his luminous green eyes narrowed as he attempts to build a sand sculpture of what looks to be a dog.
The black haired boy is practically shoved into the sandbox, gulping and scooting back when Linda's son slowly looks up, glaring at the other through a shaggy mane of long, dark chocolate hair.
"I I'm Gee Gerard," the black haired one whispers, suddenly terrified for no apparent reason, anxious under the intense emerald gaze fixated directly on him, like a predator that has finally spotted its prey. Something tingles through him, something the six year old can only describe as instinct, and that instinct is telling him to get out of there.
He looks around for his mommy, only to find with horror that Linda and his mother are all the way across the playground, ta
Bloody Mary :.Frerard.:"When will your brother get back?" Ray asked Mikey, flipping absently through the television channels.
Mikey shrugged, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. "Don't know Mama said he had to invite the new neighbor over."
"You guys got a new neighbor?" Ray asked.
"Yeah It's like a father and his son. Mama wanted to invite the son over. Frazier or Fred or something." The front door opened and Mikey stood up with Ray. Gerard walked in, talking over his shoulder at a small boy about his age.
"Hey guys," Gerard said, shaking his raven hair nervously. "This here is Frankie."
Ray snickered. "And you thought his name was Fred."
Mikey started an apology, but Frank cut him off. "Common mistake," he said with a gentle smile. Gerard turned to Frank, staring at the adorable boy. His shaggy black hair fell in his gentle hazel eyes. Under his ov
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