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Post by liralera on Nov 1, 2007 18:50:57 GMT -5
It was sunny morning, at about 6 ‘o clock. As the sun began to rise, the breeze was warm off of the sea and from the window of his house, Wil could practically see the fish jumping from the water. He quickly got dressed in his normal attire of sea-faring clothes. Something comfortable, but still looks good.
It was about the time that he dragged Alice fishing. Her father likely wouldn’t have it, but he could easily sneak her out of the house. They always have in the past. Alice had always been his best friend. She likely wouldn’t like it either, but she’s surprised him in the past. Honestly, with all the talking Wil did, it was shocking he knew anything about Alice.
He glanced in the looking glass and ran a hand through his thick black hair. Then he dashed out, grabbing an apple off of the kitchen table on his way toward the door.
“Going fishing!” he called, before he slammed the door.
Cheerily, he walked down the road toward the neighboring house, shining the apple on the way there. He walked straight past the door and toward a trellis. He jumped up onto it and climbed up to a window.
“Alice…” he said in a stage-whisper, “Alice!”
He decided he was being too quiet and jumped through the window with the abilities of a cat. Softly he walked straight to her bed and leaned over to her face, staring at her from only a couple of inches away.
“Good Morrow Miss Malice!” he said loudly.
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