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    so this was it. I was finally going to adopt him.


    I'd met him a few times at the orphanage, in one of those rooms with the too-big tables and intimidating social workers, where all you do is talk about formalities, medical information, records, the stupid stuff. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's all important to know, but I'd much rather get to know the kid than his file.


    Cooper. He was adorable, in the way that young boys always are. But there's something about him, something that makes him even more than the other kids I had seen. He's got a spark, something, that I could see in his eyes, that drew me to him.


    I'd be lying if I said he didn't remind me of my own children. but today was not about them, not about the past. Today is cooper's day. And I would make sure it was the best it could be.
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    I pulled into the parking lot, blue pickup coming to a halt in one of the parking spots. After a quick moment of collecting myself, I hopped out and started walking towards the building (it was closer to skipping, if I was being honest.) the wooden door opened to reveal him, standing there with a few of the social workers, and I just. It's a feeling you don't know until you're grown, have children of your own. It's admiration, pride, joy, excitement, awe, it's all of that mixed together until it becomes one emotion.


    "hi, Cooper," I smile, eyes set just on him and not the adults. They don't matter right now (they will in a minute, when I sign all that paperwork and such, but not yet.) "are you ready?"


    [crappp sorry if that totally sucked, next post will be better I'm just trying to finish quickly and know squat about adoption. Her name is Arizona Robbins, btw]



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    [size=11pt]PIERRE TAYLOR[/size]


    [img width=200]http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7uxflzwTa1qeitqh.gif[/img][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 190px; height: 155px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; margin-left: -12px;][size=7pt]it was dark. it was always dark in here. i tapped my nails on the side of the wall that i was leaning up against, waiting for a response. there was nothing. there was a boy on the other side of my room. his name was luke and i liked him. he was five years older than me and he told me he had a thing called bipolar depression. he explained it but i didn't exactly understand how it worked. and then luke said i had the same thing and for a bit i was confused, and then i started to get it. i worked it out piece by piece and finally tried to tell him through the wall that i got it. we speak through morse code because luke is blind. he says that's why nobody wants to adopt him. i told him it wasn't true. but he didn't respond yesterday, and he wasn't even talking this morning. i couldn't hear him snoring either. did i do something wrong? was he okay? i didn't want to worry about it.


    luke and i were the only friends each other had. luke is shy. i'm shy. luke doesn't like people; i don't mind them. luke is very sad and i don't want to leave him but i want to leave this place. it's terrible. i don't like it. but i'm being adopted. that's why i don't want to leave him because he's not coming with me and then he'll be all alone.

    "pierre? there's someone here to see you."
    i grumbled softly. i had tried to make it clear that i preferred to be called by my middle name, but obviously i hadn't tried hard enough. these days, it seems like i'm never enough. always almost, but never quite there. i sighed and stood up, crossed the room and opened the door. it was mindy. she was okay. she took me on walks when i got frustrated. "who is it?" i asked softly. she smiled. "oh, i don't know..." she started. "i think she said her name was arizona robbins. i mean, if you don't want to, th-" i cut her off and threw my arms around her. was she really here? of course she was! mindy didn't play tricks on me like the others did because she knew me differently.


    she grabbed my hand and swung it gently as we lightly walked


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    THE CRUMPLED-UP PAPER

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