Laska and Me – 7

22 votes, average: 4.82 out of 522 votes, average: 4.82 out of 522 votes, average: 4.82 out of 522 votes, average: 4.82 out of 522 votes, average: 4.82 out of 5 (22 votes) (4.82)

I was growing weary of this school-day morning routine. Since school started I’d go through at least once a week. Sometimes twice a week.

It’d been easy to find her at first since she’d just go invisible while still in bed or on top of her sheets. But she was quick to figure out how I’d managed to find her and began getting more creative. First behind the curtains, then under the bed or in the closet. The last two never quite worked since she’d have to move her things.

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Laska and Me – 6

18 votes, average: 4.78 out of 518 votes, average: 4.78 out of 518 votes, average: 4.78 out of 518 votes, average: 4.78 out of 518 votes, average: 4.78 out of 5 (18 votes) (4.78)

Morning was much the same as last night; Laska still hadn’t breathed a word to me. Though if I had something to be thankful or hopeful for it was that she wasn’t completely ignoring me. Just like last night, I left a plate of breakfast on a tray in front of her door. Two of her favorites – pancakes and sausage. I knew she wasn’t going to come out when I was around, so I resigned myself to knocking.

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Laska and Me – 4

25 votes, average: 4.80 out of 525 votes, average: 4.80 out of 525 votes, average: 4.80 out of 525 votes, average: 4.80 out of 525 votes, average: 4.80 out of 5 (25 votes) (4.80)

I glanced out the window, then over at the alarm – still had half an hour before it was due to go off. Laska fidgeted about next to me, shifting back and forth and swishing her tail energetically. Considering she was about as easy to wake as the dead in the mornings, her waking me up was rather suspicious. She was also holding her arms behind her back. Make that very suspicious.

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Laska and Me – 2

20 votes, average: 4.80 out of 520 votes, average: 4.80 out of 520 votes, average: 4.80 out of 520 votes, average: 4.80 out of 520 votes, average: 4.80 out of 5 (20 votes) (4.80)

Laska’s lessons are coming along quite well. I gave her a practice multiplication and division test, and she got nearly every answer correct. It took a few weeks to appear, but her ravenous curiosity about, well, everything is making this such a breeze for me. I was afraid lessons were going to be something I had to force her to sit through, but she’s more than eager – hell, she even asks me to teach her more every day. I’m sure, somewhere, some teacher is very jealous right now.

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Dickthrone Anubis

13 votes, average: 4.69 out of 513 votes, average: 4.69 out of 513 votes, average: 4.69 out of 513 votes, average: 4.69 out of 513 votes, average: 4.69 out of 5 (13 votes) (4.69)

>be a captured soldier of a foreign army
>compatriots are tied up and thrown onto the block
>there heads fall with a heavy thud
>resolute in death, you look the axe-man in the eye as he brings down the sharpened edge
>”Wait!”
>axe-man hesitates
>One of the barbarian’s so called gods steps forth
>a strange creature with animal like appendages and fluffy ears
>she eyes you curiously
>”This one will suffice. Prepare him for me.”

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Laska and Me – 1

31 votes, average: 4.74 out of 531 votes, average: 4.74 out of 531 votes, average: 4.74 out of 531 votes, average: 4.74 out of 531 votes, average: 4.74 out of 5 (31 votes) (4.74)

April 21th, 2003

There I sat in front of the screen. A completed application, just waiting for me to press the submit button. I’d been staring at it for who knows how long, lost in thought. Adoption would mean such massive change, after all. And change is kind of scary – especially for someone who’d been living alone. I’d become rather comfortable with my routine life, even if it wasn’t a very good one.

But, if change was scary, then rejection was even more terrifying. Men like me, that is, men in their early 30s and single, were hardly coveted. It didn’t really matter how much you wanted to help someone out as far as the agency was concerned. They almost always looked for ‘families’ rather than single people. Something about gender balance and availability and all sorts of other criteria.

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