And the next piece:
Dear Veggie,
I apologize for calling you that, but today is a new day. Though I woke up today with old pains, today is one of those days to forget them. Glancing at the pictures on the wall, DBZ of course, the first one that catches my eye is one of you, laughing your head off.
Outside, the wind is blowing, the birds are calling, and the humidity is low. Today would be a perfect day for flying, or in my case, kite flying. I've got to cut it short if I want the wind to stay.
Me
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Vegeta looked outside. It was raining and thunderstorming out there.
How odd, he thought, It's as if she lives in a whole other dimension or something. (A/N: hint hint)
Vegeta carefully sealed up the letter, when a sudden idea came to mind. If he did not know where to send his letters, he would simply write them out until he did know.
What a brilliant idea! he congratulated himself.
He sat down and began to write.
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Me,
How do you deliver those letters to me? By hand? Whatever. To answer your questions, yes, I know a part of me is missing. It always has been.
Flying is wonderful, so long as you're not scared of heights, and I guess I could teach you, provided I knew who you were. And why do you have pictures of me? Further more, on your wall? And why and how am I on television? And to answer another one of your questions, fronts are easier to maintain than baring your soul does. I wonder how Kakarot does it.
Vegeta no Ouji
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Angel stared down at her notebook. A letter, signed Vegeta, had appeared in her notebook. Her first thought was to pound whoever had been reading her letters. Then, she looked back at the letter. The only other person in the house who knew anything about DBZ was her brother. But it wasn't his handwriting. Then she sat down to consider this event, and to write another letter.
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Dear Veggie,
I apologize for calling you that, but today is a new day. Though I woke up today with old pains, today is one of those days to forget them. Glancing at the pictures on the wall, DBZ of course, the first one that catches my eye is one of you, laughing your head off.
Outside, the wind is blowing, the birds are calling, and the humidity is low. Today would be a perfect day for flying, or in my case, kite flying. I've got to cut it short if I want the wind to stay.
Me
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Vegeta looked outside. It was raining and thunderstorming out there.
How odd, he thought, It's as if she lives in a whole other dimension or something. (A/N: hint hint)
Vegeta carefully sealed up the letter, when a sudden idea came to mind. If he did not know where to send his letters, he would simply write them out until he did know.
What a brilliant idea! he congratulated himself.
He sat down and began to write.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Me,
How do you deliver those letters to me? By hand? Whatever. To answer your questions, yes, I know a part of me is missing. It always has been.
Flying is wonderful, so long as you're not scared of heights, and I guess I could teach you, provided I knew who you were. And why do you have pictures of me? Further more, on your wall? And why and how am I on television? And to answer another one of your questions, fronts are easier to maintain than baring your soul does. I wonder how Kakarot does it.
Vegeta no Ouji
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Angel stared down at her notebook. A letter, signed Vegeta, had appeared in her notebook. Her first thought was to pound whoever had been reading her letters. Then, she looked back at the letter. The only other person in the house who knew anything about DBZ was her brother. But it wasn't his handwriting. Then she sat down to consider this event, and to write another letter.
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