Reginald, the dog-bear," I repeated.
"Or bear-dog," she reminded me.
"That's terrible," I said in mock solemnity. "He's already not sure what he is- a dog, a bear... a bog..."
She giggled.
"And then you tag him with the name Reginald?" I shook my head.
Tags: humor dog bear bog bear-dog dog-bear
What was the point, I had to wonder, of fighting so hard to learn to protect my life if I was destroying it in the process?
Stacey KadePretending to feel something you don't can often lead you to the real thing, in some form.
Stacey KadeTags: emotion feeling pretending real-thing
Most people didn't even think aliens really existed. And among those who did believe, "my" relatives had a bad rep. Little, gray and creepy. Known for cattle mutilations, abductions, and an extreme fascination with probing of all kinds. Not that any of those rumors were true, as far as I knew. Exept for the being little and gray-that bit was accurate, as far as I could tell, based on my own physiology and the Internet, of course.
Stacey KadeSo what did it matter where she came from? Who-or what-her parents were? Everyone's family was messed up in some way including my own. And she was still the same Ariane.
Stacey KadeTags: love coming-of-age realization
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