Corneo

Undying. Everlasting. Concrete love.

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Chapter 7: Imposter!

Once they had arrived at what must have been the headquarters, a small outhouse in the back of a McDonald’s restaurant, a swarm of vehicles suddenly pulled out of the bushes. Before Cleo could blink, they were surrounded. “What’s going on?” Ahsoka asked, as people in dark uniforms got out of their black SUVs holding guns and rushing to the car doors. Ahsoka was first to be pulled out, kicking and screaming. Next was the inflatable body, and then Cleo who was more disturbed by the hands on her arms than the creepy masks the mysterious people were wearing. Then, the clown man got out, laughing hysterically in a voice different than the one she possessed only minutes ago. “What the…?” Cleo said, disturbed by the arms wrapped around her. “I’m sorry..Ahsoka. But I have to do what is best for my kid,” the clown said, in a voice that sounded vaguely familiar to Cleo. The clown turned to Cleo, slowing taking off his mask as Ahsoka kicked at the people restraining her. “Hello, my son,” the clown said at last, no longer a clown. The men restraining Cleo let go of their hold. “Dad?!” Cleo asked, astounded, taking a few steps forward. “Dad??” Ahsoka repeatedly, confused as ever. “Adopted father, actually,” the ex-clown said, smiling at Cleo and taking off his chunky clown disguise. “I have been keeping my eye on you, yet naturally being a part of the secret services, I could not reach out to you until I knew the time was right… But in the times I have watched you, I must say, you have gotten your wondrous prance from me. I guess you could say you are pretty "grace"ful..” “I thought we were a team!” Ahsoka yelled, annoyed. She kicked one of her captives in the jewels but that only brought about more men to restrain her. “I’m not the only one with a disguise, Ahsoka,” Cleo’s dad said, “I know your intentions are pure evil, only for your own benefits.” “It’s not true, you b****! F*** you!” Ahsoka growled. Cleo was shocked at Ahsoka’s vulgar language, it appeared demonic and out of character. Cleo knew to trust her adopted father, for whom she had grown up with as a small fetus. “Reveal her identity, boys,” Cleo’s dad said with the snap of a finger, and the men crowded around ‘Ahsoka’, pulling off her disguise as she cursed and cursed like an uneducated simpleton, shocking Cleo all the more with odd words she had only ever seen in fanfiction stories. The men finally took steps back so Cleo could see. “You couldn’t hide this from me, Keegan,” Cleo’s dad smirked, “I like my men kinky, but bro, this is a little overboard. Dressing up and pretending to be Ahsoka then proceeding to love an inflatable version of yourself? That’s just…weird.” Cleo nodded in agreement, still a bit confused. “Well, f*** you, you little s***. When I get ahold of you, I’m going to ****** a **** up your **** with a **** **** *******************.” And now let us appreciate the wondrous speech the unique Keegan has placed before us: ***************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************

Now to continue….

“I missed you, adopted father,” Cleo said, hugging her long-lost sort-of dad. “I missed you too, my love,” her dad said, blushing. “There is so much we have to catch up on.” And they went on their way to Cleo’s dad’s secret service’s underground lair, Cleo’s mind a thunderstorm of thought as to the love triangle slowing beginning to form out of the fog of a complicated day.. Cleo realized then that there were a multitude of days to come.

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I feel like eyebrows soaring through the sky when I’m with Corner.. ~Cleo

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Chapter 6: Ahsoka Tano

Cleo reminisced about the cozy coffee shop that reeked of the absence of talent, particularly in poetry put on by the simpletons who make the coffee shop their daily amusement, and the audience's waste of 20 minutes as they wait for their food and drinks. She recalled that one corner, the one in the very back on the right side of the stage, all alone.. It seemed as if it was only yesterday when they first met... Well, it was more like a few hours ago but the moments she spent away from Corner were agonizing, as though the cord etched between their beings was gradually tearing apart their souls the further they were from one another. The clown mobile stopped, and the trunk flew open. Cleo bared her fangs to the sudden light and hissed. "Well, well well, what do we have here?" A lady with big, pink wings and a glittery tutu stood before Cleo. "F..Fairy Godmother?" Cleo gasped. "It is I, Fairy Godmother.. But call me Lucinda Periwinkle." Lucinda flicked her wand at Cleo, resulting in a violent coughing fit on Cleo's part. "I t-think..." Cleo said in between coughs, "you got glitter in my eyes! And.. in my t-t-throat..." "Oh, suck it up you ignoramus. Get up and follow me," Lucinda waddled off into the darkness. Cleo, furiously rubbing her eyes, was pulled out of the trunk by the clown men and dragged forward. Judging from her surroundings, Cleo believed she was in some sort of parking garage, the mobile having been conveniently stationed right beneath a single ray of light. One of the clown men near the door stopped the other two, and looking at Cleo then back at the others, said, "Fairy Godmother ordered me to take her to the headquarters." The other clown men let go and walked away. "Listen carefully: you do exactly as I say, I can get you out of here," says the clown man hurriedly pushing Cleo towards another passage. "Huh...Why are you helping me?" Cleo asks, surprised. "Because it's the right thing to do," the clown man responds. "You wanna borrow my robot slaves," Cleo concludes. "I wanna borrow your robot slaves," the clown man confesses. "Hah! I knew it!" Cleo jumps up, pointing a finger at the clown man's incredibly large nose. "Wait, how'd you know about that..?" "I have connections..." The clown man responds. "Who are you?" Cleo asks as they near an exit. "I'm.." The clown man begins to take off his mask, along with what had originally been a huge nose, when another person jumps onto the scene. "Hurry, get her into the car!" A woman hisses, pulling them towards the parking lot outside. "What the....?" Cleo stares at the woman before her, who looks like she glued onto her head a zebra-snake imported from Australia, with odd markings on her face... Did she even have eyebrows??? "I'm Ahsoka Tano," the lady replies coolly, bringing the two towards the vehicle, "but you can call me Ahsoka... Or Tano..." "Woahh..." Cleo thought in awe, having looked upon such a marvelous human being..or whatever she was. Ahsoka couldn't be human, could she? She didn't have eyebrows! Cleo hopped into the car, followed by the mysterious clown man. Ahsoka took the front, and in the passenger seat was someone else, though Cleo could not see what they looked like. "This may sound odd to you, but let us explain," Ahsoka pulls out of the parking lot and speeds away, "Fairy Godmother has gone through all of the land to inspire...even charm...the government to prevent the union between humans and inanimate objects... It's up to our crew, the Resistance, to stop these horrific rules placed upon cities by the Fairy Godmother, and allow these connections to be made! You are our only hope of accomplishing just that, Cleo." "You mean she's going to forbid me from ever seeing Corner?!" Cleo exclaimed, sobbing into her ink-stained hands. "Yes.. You are an inspiration, Cleo, so we need you in order to sway each side to our favor," Ahsoka responded, taking a sharp turn left. "Why me?" Cleo asked. "Fairy Grandmother has something against you... Besides the whole Corner thing, of course. We need to figure out what it is, and in the meantime, use you as our heroic icon for true love through inseparable bonds despite creature or human, despite living or nonliving," Ahsoka says. "That's..that's beautiful," Cleo sobs, accepting a tissue that the clown man offered her. "You are an inspiration to all around the world who are fixed on inanimate things, like, I knew a guy who was going to marry his CAR. Good times," The clown man responded, looking into the distance. "You are an inspiration to me, Cleo," Ahsoka quickly turned back towards Cleo and smiled, then placed her hand onto the hand of the person sitting beside her. "This would not have been possible if it weren't for you..." Ahsoka sighs. Cleo leans to the side so as to see who was in the passenger seat. "Uh, who's that?" Cleo wonders. "My love, that's who it is. My beautiful Keegan," Ahsoka smiles in a daze, stroking the blonde hair of her passenger. Cleo leaned over, wondering why on earth the so-called Keegan was so quiet. And what a lucky girl to be with such a fascinating cross between a zebra and a gazelle! At least, that's what Ahsoka seemed to look related to. Tears came to Cleo's eyes as she looked at the being beside Ahsoka, an inflated, plastic human with a picture of a blonde haired, blue-eyed lady glued onto the face. "Oh, how beautiful!" Cleo teared up at the affection the two showed between one another, how Ahsoka turned to her lover and whispered something in her 2d ear, and how her significant other, Keegan, tilted her head a little to the side with the sway of the car so as to indicate her having acknowledged Ahsoka's tender words of love. "Do not cry, Cleo. You will, in time, free people like me," Ahsoka smiled, eyes wet. "But let's move on, I don't want us all to start sobbing. Anyhow, you should see how many pictures I have of my lovely Keegan strewn about the house. And a cardboard cut out!" "How'd you get the uh...face for that...ma'am?" The clown man asked, wiping his eyes. "How would you like it if I asked you where your man got his face from?" Ahsoka snapped, then continued, "You never ask a lady such a question. But you should know the answer to that anyways. I designed her." "Oh, right, sorry," the clown man looked down, embarrassed. "Wait, I didn't get your name... And why are you helping Ahsoka? Aren't you on the other side?" Cleo asked, looking at the clown man. "I'm not actually a clown, you know. I was spying for Ahsoka because I support people like you and her. Annnndd, I want some of that robot action if you know what I mean," the clown responded. "Yea, yea, I know. Just don't tell my Corner about that stuff," Cleo winks. "We are taking you to the headquarters... Don't worry, you'll see Corner soon enough," Ahsoka said.

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Chapter 5: Snooze Fest... Seriously, just don't even read this.

The car stopped at a red light, making Joseph angrily smack his head on the steering wheel in impatience, ending in a loud ‘honk’ and what sounded like a wooden spoon hitting against an empty bucket (which could only have resulted from Joseph’s head, Cleo concluded). This was Cleo’s time to shine… Well, more like time to stink up the place. She kicked off her shoes before the clown men on either side of her could react, then stretching her legs in incredibly painful ways, smacked their faces with her feet, making them pass out instantly. The clown man in the passenger seat looked in the rearview mirror so as to see what the commotion was about, and was instantly scarred by Cleo’s odd position between the two other clowns, instantly passing out at the horrendous view. “What was that noise? And what was that horrific smell?” Joseph pinched his nose, looking to the clown man beside him for support, who was knocked out with his head smooshed against the window. “What the?!” Joseph immediately spun around, the door wide open and Cleo attempting to run the other way, swerving past other cars stopped at the light. Joseph peaked his head out of the window, yelling at Cleo, “Come back here, you…you…!” The light turned green, and the cars lined up behind the clown mobile began to honk in annoyance. “Darn tourists,” Joseph sighed and continued forth, making an illegal U-turn in an attempt to catch Cleo once again (who hadn’t gotten very far anyways due to purple toe fungus she must have caught from one of the clown men’s face, causing her to stride with a limp). The cars continued to honk at Joseph as he turned, due to his causing some cars going the same way to step on their breaks. He slowed the car down, opened the door, and did a roll out of the passenger seat in an attempt to capture Cleo who was currently attempting to steal the shoes off of a helpless hobo rested on the sidewalk, for she had forgotten to bring her shoes with her. “Hand over the shoes, gramps! Do it for the people!” Cleo tugged on one of the boots, making the poor man tilt over his seat on the curb. “Get off of me, hippie, before I pour my special gravy on you!” “Get away from the poor, old man,” Joseph grinned, walking towards the two. Cleo rolled her eyes, “yea yea… Whatever, ginger. Can’t you see I’m busy?” “Nice try,” Joseph went to grab Cleo, who spasmed away from him. “You lay one finger on me..” Cleo bit at the air with her sharp fangs, then continued to rip the boots of the hobo, now using her teeth as aid. The hobo squirmed away from Cleo, running away yelling, “A clown freak and his pet rat are attacking me! Help! Help!” Cleo turned to Joseph angrily. “Oh leave me alone, you heart breaker!” She threw her hands up in the air in annoyance. “Make this a whole lot easier on yourself and just come with me,” Joseph announced, closing in on Cleo. “Don’t make me do this…” Cleo pointed to her feet. “Hah, that won’t affect me! I have nasal problems!” Joseph exclaimed victoriously, before grabbing Cleo once again and dragging her to the clown mobile that had crashed into a building (after Joseph had made a cool exit from the vehicle). The clown men were still out cold. Joseph threw Cleo into the trunk and sped onward to Fairy Godmother HQ, Cleo assumed. Cleo could hear the carrot top singing along to “Baby’ by Justin Bieber. This was going to be a long ride

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Chapter 4: The Feet

“Why are you doing this?!” Cleo screamed as they picked her up and threw her into the backseat of their clown mobile. “Fairy Godmother’s orders,” one of the clown men replied. “I came up with the detailed plan, I might add,” said the orange haired Gandalf impersonator. “I thought you were just some freakishly tall ginger, you know, the kind that stalks people at coffee shops,” Cleo responded, still shocked having found this out. “Well, you thought wrong!” He cackled, shutting the car door. The car suddenly sped away from the coffee shop, in reverse, the ridiculous clown head fastened to the front of the mobile spewing whipped cream onto the concrete. Cleo held on for dear life, peering out of the rear window. Somehow, the clown driver managed to swerve past traffic easily, despite the car being in reverse. “Squirt, cream, squirt from your disfigured clown lips!” The orange haired freak yelled from the passenger seat. Cleo thought to fling herself into the front of the car to distract the fools with the ridiculously large shoes along with Fairy Godmother Jr., but decided against it for reasons only one could assume meeting this odd child of the name of Cleo, who had a ferocious way of dribbling a ball and jump roping like a crazed maniac. She would have to escape in a more satisfying way, other than possibly being thrown to and fro as a result of a car crash down the slope the left side of the car was situated inches from. Cleo savored the taste of Corner, a taste that would soon be dissolved from her taste buds, merely a sweet memory in the back of her mind. No, don’t think like that, Cleo thought, it won’t be the last time I taste such a darling crack. Cleo tried to keep her hopes up, thinking about her plan of escape. Perhaps she could bolt once the doors opened, but she quickly shook that idea away remembering how both her shoes were untied and without basic knowledge of how to properly tie a shoe, she doubted tying her shoes would even help their inevitable unbinding. Cleo thought back to her grammar school days, where she’d, rebellious as she was, walk around barefoot, nearly giving the principal a heart attack on Make the School Look Good Day Because Potential Students and Their Families Will Be Shadowing, the day in which kids were supposed to wear proper uniforms. She was sure the only reason they were upset was because two children and a puppy passed out due to insufferable foot stink. But it wasn’t Cleo’s fault she had to walk halfway to school then take a public bus the rest of the way… Well, it kind of was. Anyways, she decided she should probably wear shoes from then on…at least most of the time. That’s when an idea struck her. She just hoped her feet were smelly enough to do the job.

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Corneo; Chapter 3: Gingers Have No Soul

It was at that moment that Cleo realized that gingers really did have no soul. For as she leaned in to kiss the cold, bumpy lips of her inanimate lover, the doors to the shop slammed open, and in came men wearing hideous clown suits. "Whaaaa.....?!?" Cleo shouted, as her arms did a spasmic dance in the air, before covering her face in frustration. "Exactly," a familiar voice snickered. Cleo looked up, and to her surprise, the creepy ginger by the name of Joseph stood before her, grinning barbarically. Wow, Cleo thought. She was utterly surprised that he managed to gain his footing. Cleo swore his eyes had turned soulless black, like the color she would associate with the inner depths of his soul. "Whaaaaaaaaaa?!?!" Cleo exclaimed once again, only this time, much more dramatically (which was definitely hard to believe). By the time she had said this, all eyes were on her. No, the fluffy clown men were given no attention whatsoever despite their startling entrance. Apparently, yelling "whaaa" was far more amusing. Cleo mentally noted that she would find a different coffee shop to go to after this.... These people were just weird. Even to her! "How dare you hurt me!" Joseph exclaimed, pointing a long, bony finger at her. "Don't you know who I am?" "Well, you orange-haired freak, you told me that your name is Joseph...so...." "NO!" He exclaimed angrily, as his chubby minions began to gather around, cornering her against her beloved Corner. "YOU SHALL NOT PASS." It was at that moment that Cleo realized she had made a huge mistake. As she looked at the ginger in front of her, she saw him gradually transform.... His sorry excuse of freckles that scattered across his face like squashed gnats dissolved beneath his pale skin, and an ancient beard (how she could distinguish an ancient beard from any beard is beyond anyone's comprehension) began to take up his features. Cleo shook her head at the speed of hummingbird wings, making her appear as if she were going through an exorcism. She shook furiously, covering her face with her hands, before dramatically placing her arms around Corner, protecting him from the savages that stood before her, juggling their balls in a devilish fashion. "No! No no no no no! You can't... No! What? What?! Whaaaaaa?!?" Cleo began once again, as Joseph transformed before her, cackling as best he could with an old man throat. "You fool," he laughed, "for it is I, Gandalf.." "Huh??" Cleo inquired, more confused than ever. She wondered if she should make a run for it, but then again, she was cornered, and she did not want to leave Corner all by himself. "Let's just say I'm Frankenstein's monster. And I'm looking for my creator," the ginger that wasn't so much a ginger anymore cracked his knuckles, taking a slow step forward. "That doesn't even make sense! Plus, Magneto said that, not Gandalf!" Cleo waved her arms in front of her in a frenzied fashion, clearly showing off her signs of confusion. "Uh... Oh, well, uh.... This is awkward," the Gandalf imposter replied, embarrassed. "You think?" Cleo sighed. "Now leave me alone, I was just getting down to business!" The ginger creep laughed devilishly, fixing Cleo with an evil glance. The fluffy clown men laughed as well. Cleo looked at each and every one of them, confused. One of the clowns stepped forward. "You mess with Fairy Godmother Jr., we mess with your pixie dust." "My... My what?!?? Fairy Godmother Jr.???" Cleo looked at the ginger, and gasped. "That's right, I'm the Fairy Godmother Jr., daughter of the Fairy Godmother," Joseph cackled, turning back into his original form, but only this time, wings grew from his back and his clothes formed into a hot pink tutu that matched the color of his nails. "In public? Really?" Cleo asked, exasperated. She should've known that Joseph was related to the Fairy Godmother; only selfish creatures would wear purple nail polish with hot pink little flowers on them! "You see, you pushed me down, so I will do the same to you!" Joseph waved his pink wand in the air, then yelled out, "OOBA-SHADOOBA!" Cleo looked around, along with the clowns, wondering what on earth Joseph had done. Turns out, nothing happened at all. "Awkward yet again," Cleo sighs. "My...my wand... It must've ran out of special liquid." Joseph flicked his wand, but nothing happened. "I am not even going to ask," Cleo responded. "Well, whatever! I don't need this stupid thing anyway," Joseph threw the wand behind him with a powerful "uhhhh!" which smacked the head of the blonde dude (who spoke on stage just minutes before), and sent him falling backwards and off his chair with a loud "thud!" Joseph snapped his fingers, and suddenly his clown men closed in on her, grabbing her arms and ripping her away from her beloved Corner. "Nooooo!" Cleo screamed, clawing at the men and awkwardly reaching for Corner. "Please, have mercy!!! Don't separate me from my sexy beast!" As Cleo was ripped from her precious Corner, she turned around for a split second to see a single tear drop from the crevice of Corner's being. Cleo quickly leaned towards her lover and extended her snake-like tongue out of the caverns of her mouth, which licked the minute tear off of the distressed corner's crack, before coiling back into her warmth to savor the salty (with a pinch of chemical spice) taste of the corner's lacrimal fluid, having been secreted from its rough lacrimal glands. Joseph's creepy men dragged her away, as she sobbed and sobbed, reaching out to her beloved for what might have been the last time. "I will never forget you! I will come back for you!" Cleo shouted at the top of her lungs, drawing in yet another crowd of onlookers within the coffee shop. It was a shock that no one had kicked her and the creepy men out of the shop earlier, though it could only be because the audience found it rather amusing, unlike the usual poetry slam trash (brought about daily on stage at the coffee shop) recited by long-haired bums with absolutely no poetry writing or speaking ability. The audience probably thought all of this was an act... Little did they know... The pudgy potato-looking clown men dragged her out the door, as Fairy Godmother Jr. laughed and laughed. "Her pixie dust is all mine!" Cleo did the calculations in her mind. Pixie dust is associated with Tinkerbell, if you take the "er" out of tinker and add "le", it makes the word "tinkle" which is another word for urination, or secretion. Secretion can also be associated with tears. Tears is a 5 letter word, and pixie is a 5 letter word. 5+5=10, and on a scale from 1-10, The Fairy Godmother thought Cinderella was a '2' before having been transformed into a beautiful princess figure. 5-2=3. A triangle has 3 sides. Illuminati confirmed. Cleo gasped. "I know who the Fairy Godmother is!"

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Corneo; Chapter 2: Majestic Being

Someone was resting near the far side of the wall. His arms were crossed and he was leaning against where the walls connected, his tall figure instantly reminding Cleo of Slender Man. He looked like a ginger, although she wasn't so sure seeing that the tip of his hair was pink. Perhaps he was a mermaid. Cleo, out of interest, set down her tea, which was something she rarely did, and walked towards the guy. He looked like a singer from the Sex Pistols or some other band who sung humorous songs about suicide. Whatever it was, that was barely what she took interest in. The guy flicked his eyes towards her as she approached, but he was clearly occupied with filing his purple nails that had pink little roses on them to take notice. "Every rose has its thorn," Cleo bursted out singing as she neared him, in which he looked up. "That's Poison," the guy stated venomously with a matter-of-fact tone. "Oh, I thought--," Cleo began, in deep concentration. "Yea, yea. People always bring up the whole John Lydon resemblance thing. Now go away," he interrupted, ignoring her presence and filing his nails once again. "Well, okay then. I wasn't even singing to you anyways," Cleo said taking a step closer and shoving his bean pole of a body out of the way so that she could get to what she was really after: the hunk of a thing behind such an evil carrot top. That guy was clearly not a mermaid, for his personality was more like an angry elf. Which meant that according to Cleo's calculations, he was just a human. "Hey!" He exclaimed as he fell to the ground, awkwardly trying to get up. Good thing I'm short, Cleo thought, as she watched the guy struggle to pull himself up with the little muscle he had, and each time he managed to do so, his legs were far too long in which he kept slipping. Cleo barely noticed though. She was far too occupied looking at the being in front of her, who seemed to notice her too. Cleo's eyes burned into the pure, majestic ones in front of her as they shared a laugh at the guy who finally managed to pull himself up. By then, people were joining in on the giggles as well as taking pictures. "Sorry about that, I can be impatient sometimes and I was just 'dying' to come over here and talk to you, so I kinda had to shove that simpleton out of way," Cleo explained, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she attempted a smile. She had never seen anything so handsome before in her life, and she instantly wanted dibs on getting a chance to know such a being better.

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I can never hold you close, for you'll only slip through my fingers once again.

Corneo

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I do not believe that wishes can come true, for if they were, I'd be with you.

Corneo

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I'd rather be with you than have all the money in the world... Scratch that, give me the money too.

Corneo

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"This bud of love by summer's ripening breath may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet." ~Shakespeare (introduced in Corneo)

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I'm missing the other half of my heart. I think you have it.

Corneo

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Shall I compare thee to a summers day? No. From my corner, it's too far away.

Corneo

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I fill up your space like a puzzle piece. You fill up my heart, in return.

Corneo

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I know that love is overwhelming. That it is a challenge. It definitely is, for me anyways. But I did not expect it to happen so quick, like a hard slap in the face. It woke me up, that's for certain, but I don't think I was ready to wake up quite yet.

Corneo

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I could never stop loving you, even when you are demolished and all but the left over dust on this oil-streaked Earth.

Corneo

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I'm watching you. Look over your left shoulder. Yep. That's me.

Corneo