Have I ever mentioned what was going to happen to Rock at the end of chapter 1 in my original draft

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Have I ever mentioned what was going to happen to Rock at the end of chapter 1 in my original draft
How is Jean influential to your life?
man.. *long drag of cigarette*
he was there when i got my first car
he was there when i first moved into my apartment. in fact, he paid the first three months of rent.
he was there on my 18th birthday when i got so h*gh and decided to drive to the convenience store and took the entire supply of hershey’s bars (cookies and cream)
he was there for my first day of college
we actually graduated in the same hs class
he was there when i had to get my tonsils taken out, he even fed me yogurt
he’s here with me right now actually
moral of the story, this man is VERY influential to my life 🥰
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Sunshine and Kiss Me.
-M. Cowboy
howdy! your asks always brighten my day too!
U try too hard:-(
But the harder u try, the better u do ... that seems 2 be the rule with everything? So how can one ever try “too” hard - I want to do as better as anyone ever could !
this week has been one of the craziest, most surreal weeks I've had in a long time. i'm completely baffled but it's not bad for once. things have been looking up lately & with everything else going on, i'm really actually happy. i think i'm just more curious to see how this actually will play out, and whether or not it's going where i think it is.
writing doodle - power
“‘Fuzzy has their friend’!” He closed the book and the rest of the posse squealed. His flush of surprise had nearly disappeared. “Oh good gods, Pav, that’s too cute, stop!” “Read it again, those voices are on point!” “Dying please no more.” Some of them couldn’t even say anything — they were too busy hiding behind their hands, grinning like fools. He considered his vast power, this ability to render some of the toughest people he knew into emotional wrecks over a child’s story. Plus they were all in their nightclothes, so seeing them all in assembled in such a state was worth the surprise of them finding him reading it aloud to himself. It was a great book, and he hadn’t read it since he was six. He smiled, and in his best rabbit voice began, “'Hop hop hop’!”
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