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UGH! I just spent FOREVER trying to finish this part up and just as I was about to post it, my internet stopped working and decided to borrar my whole thing. Oh well, hope tu like this(:

I woke up to the sound of pans and dishes clattering. It felt like the sun was blinding me, with its brightness seeping in through the windows. I rubbed all of the drowsiness and 'blindness' out of my eyes so I saw clearer. I saw that Blanket and Paris had fallen asleep snuggling siguiente to each other on the other side of the couch. My head was on something kind of warm and comfortable, but it wasn't a pillow. It was Prince. Wait- What?! Prince?! He was watching T.V. as quietly as possible.
"Oops! I'm so sorry!" I dicho as I realized I was making him stay put for as long as I was aslseep on him.
"Oh its fine, I just woke up anyways. I didn't want to wake you, either."
"Aw. You're so nice!" I dicho a little flirtaciously making him blush and shyly look away. He was extremely shy! "So what time is it anyway?" I added, keeping the convorsation going as I searched for my phone.
"Its about 10:30. Wanna have some breakfast?"
"Yeah sure, whats on the menu?" I dicho jokingly.
"Pancakes, I think. Maybe eggs and bacon?"
"Yummy!"
We sat down siguiente to each other in the kitchen, laughing and joking as we helped our selves to the comida prepared on the table. I'm pretty sure that the rest of the family, except for Paris and Blanket, had ate. They were early risers!
"PRINCE, MOVE! I want to sit por Elle!" Blanket commanded, nudging him a bit. Blanket has to be the quietest walker I have ever met.
"But," Prince protested.
"NO but's! Your moving mister, unless tu want me to tackle tu to the ground!" Blanket joked.
"Like tu could tackle me!" Prince laughed moving his plate to the asiento infront of me.
"So, Elle. I saw that tu fell asleep on Prince. Did tu enjoy that?" Blanket asked, embaressing me extremely and making my face go to the color of a tomato. I could barely speak through all of the nervous laughs.
I tried to distract myself from Prince's beautiful chocolate brown eyes, but I just couldn't. I had to sneak in at least just a little peak! When I glanced over, he was looking at me too. But he had a weird look on his face. I was starting to get confused.
Paris then entered the room, and plopped on the chair siguiente to me. She didn't seem too happy.
"Paris, is everything ok?" I asked.
"Yeah. Everything is just perfect." She replyed. Ok, so something was definatly up.
"Whats the matter?" I whispered.
"I'll tell tu later when were in private. It's kind of a long story." She whispered back. I nodded my head in response.

Ok so thats it! I know, this is A LOT shorter then the last one, but I couldn't think of what else to write! Tell me if tu like it(:
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Could Michael Jackson's older son have the same rare skin condition that the King of Pop steadfastly maintained he had?

White patches of skin under Prince Michael's arm were noticeably visible when he wore swim trunks on a reciente Hawaiian vacation, prompting speculation that the skin-bleaching disorder vitiligo could be the cause.

Michael Jackson dicho the condition was to blame for the gradual but steady lightening of his own skin and with his 13-year-old son displaying similar symptoms, skeptics who pregunta the paternity of Jackson’s children may finally be convinced that the singer really...
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The siguiente part of The Voice I hear inside my head will take place a week from the last part because it makes más sense. It took a long time even though I didn't leave town because I had a stupid softball game. But, I have spent a huge amount of time puking at the sight of Jaafar's face. So, the story is going to change and probably end in about a week o two. It really just depends pn how weak my stomach is. Every time I type his name I get sick to my stomach. It's not that I don't like him anymore, it's just that his face nauseates me. So escritura this story would be bad for my health. But I've decided to write another one to replace this one. The other one will be better becasue honestly The Voice I Hear Inside My Head was a pile of hot steaming elefante sh*t:p So I am so looking adelante, hacia adelante to ending this story. The only reason I'm going to actually finish it is for the 3 people that liked it:)