This World is Full of Options. (2.0 and Privet.)

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    Charles didn't argue, if anything he was relieved, not that he wouldn't mind a girl to hug and hold close that he knew for certain wanted him. That wasn't in a messed up incesteous relationship with him!
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    Paint Says


    They rushed down the slope, screaming from the people behind and from Sophie herself arose, and her grip tightened a bit, before she let go, letting her arms fly backwards.

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    Charles had never found the need to scream but his arms did raise. He liked rollercoasters. They were alright although he was sure a book was ultimately better!
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    Charles had enjoyed that and was smiling as he walked by her side. "Find that fun? " he asked her with a grin. Sophie wasn't that bad after all he guessed.
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    Charles wondered briefly where Piper was,hoping she was alright before seeing her scan for another ride. "We can always get something to eat before the next ride if you want" he suggested with a shrug. "Or whenever" he'd pay.
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    He followed her easily. He hoped Piper didn't seem him though in case she reported this back to dove. Things were bad enough as they were and confusing, she didn't need to know about this. He queued up with Sophie and smiled at her.
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    "So, you been up to anything lately?" He asked her curiously.
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    (You're quitting. Awww! Don't quit. I'll miss you)


    Charles nodded slightly. He sighed. "For you maybe" He murmured for he begged to differ. Dove was pregnant and promised off to Craig. It made him sick and sad and angry and jealous. Dove was his! Not Craig's.
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