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Berthold Hawkeye's apprentice, Roy Mustang, moved in a few months ago, into the Hawkeye's old manor. Roy was a tall, black haired boy with deep dark eyes, and was a real nag. The house, before him, was usually silent, since Berthold's only child, Riza, was a really quiet girl. She was blonde, with honey colored eyes, at least a head smaller than Roy and loved reading. Both kids were usually together, even when, at the beginning, they thought the other was actually annoying, but after a few weeks of living together, both kids enjoyed being with each other. At least, most of the time. Can you stop bugging me?!Oh, come on, I'm not doing anythin

He sido una persona cruel. Creo que esta sensación viene por haber leido El Gato Negro de Poe, pero no puedo despojarme del miedo de ser como la persona que protagoniza el cuento. Siempre he sido una persona cruel. Con otras personas, tiendo al rencor, al odio y al desprecio, a la critica destructiva y tengo la capacidad para la violencia fisica, aunque nunca he recurrido a ella, realmente. A pesar de todo, los animales son mi corazon. Llegue a amar a mi perro como a mi hermano, o más, diria yo; y mis gatitos son simplemente adorables. Pero, ¿qué pasa en esos momentos, en que por sueño, amargura o cualqu

I love you, I really do. I love you more than you can even believe. I love you in a kid way, with my heart and soul, with my whole imagination. I love you like an adult, with my whole body, my heartbeat, and my breath. I love you, because of reasons I can't even write. But mostly, I love you 'cause you make me smile.

I was trying to call you, couldn’t find another way to communicate with you. You weren’t answering so I waited. My lucky number is 56. It was 12:48, so I waited. I waited. Minutes passed slowly so I dialed your number, known by heart, but waited ‘till 12:56 to press the call button. Mi ipod started playing Lucky by Jason Mraz and Colbie Cailat. I guessed it was a signal. The call ended after 56 seconds. You didn’t answered. Minutes after, my phone rang “I’m on the door” Lucky after all.

My girlfriend is great, she's cute, she can fight and basically can do anything. She has those stormy eyes that kind of hypnotize me and she’s really smart, an architecture freak and can be really annoying; I can sometimes get sidetracked looking at her and forget to listen, but, hey, I really love her. Lots. The other day, I was just standing, trying to find her. She was nowhere to be seen, and I was starting to worry. Even in the Camp, people disappear. I knew that. But then, out of nowhere, something hugged me and I felt a kiss, I was sure she wasn't there. I can be really slow sometimes, I mean, I couldn't see her, but yeah. You kn

What he said was brilliant. He did say brilliant things often, he’s really smart But it wasn’t only brilliant. It was so kind and wonderful. How he remembered ‘bout them even when I didn’t. I Dropped the basilisk fangs and ran into him. I jumped on him, and became brave. I kissed him. He froze. His eyes wide open. I was scared, devastated. He didn’t love me back. Bloody hell.   Those were the longest and most horrible 10 seconds of my life. Then, Ron came back to life, smiled like a fool within my lips and kissed me back. Brilliant.