I've noticed that you guys have been doing a very bad job at reviewing for
my story. Do you not like me anymore? I feel so unloved...........Guys come
on! Review my story. It won't kill you to review my story for a couple of
seconds. By the way, this story is getting more complicated every time that
I update it. I need some ideas. It's getting harder and harder to decide
how Anthony is going to play this one out with a kid and get to see Dylan
again. I'm not trying to sound wimpy. I am a very good writer, or at least
I think so. I can come up with some pretty good ideas, but this is getting
me a little stumped. Tell me what you think............in reviews!!!!!! I
really like reviews, but I don't know if you guys are really liking this
story or what. As I've said before, I feel
unloved...........................................O_o............by the
way..............does uh........does anyone really notice that all of the
Charlie's Angels fanfics are usually about the thin man. Everybody loves
him. How could you not love him? Am I right? Yes I am. I'm always right.
Anyway, read and review or I will hunt you down and force feed you
sowercraught until you review........... (Or vomit) lol read and review!
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"Where are we going Anthony? Put me down!" Caroline half yelled. "Why are
you running away? Are you afraid? Anthony, talk to me!" He couldn't stop. He couldn't. Not now. Wait till he was somewhere safe. Away from that angel. She couldn't let Dylan know that he was still alive. He had told her not to. Would she? He was totally freaking out right now.
"Anthony, would you answer me?!"
He couldn't freak out in front of the girl.
"Anthony!"
He stopped.
She pushed herself away from his shoulder, but he still held her.
"Anthony what's wrong? You'll tell me right?"
He shook his head.
"Anthony." she laid her head down on his shoulder. "Why won't you tell me? Who would I tell? I can keep secrets. I can." she
said quietly. So quietly she sounded on the verge of tears.
He trusted her, yes. With all his heart. He really didn't want to make her cry. That was the last thing that he wanted that he wanted to do. He sat
down on a nearby bench and held her softly while she just sat there unmoving. All of his worry about the black haired angel was subsiding in the time that they sat there. He began to focus on Carrie. She was really a beautiful little girl. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back and she had pale blue eyes. They amazingly looked a lot like his. She had thin poutty
lips with an angelic complexion. Her facial expression gave nothing but innocence. She was a poor little 7 year old without a family. She had been severely hurt by the woman that was supposedly her mother. Her step father
had convinced her mother to get rid of Carrie. 'Well that is their loss. I....I love this little girl.......I think......I
want to keep her..........'
The sun was beginning to set. How long had they been sitting there?
"Anthony what are you thinking about?" He looked down at her as she let out a yawn.
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"Where are we going Anthony? Put me down!" Caroline half yelled. "Why are
you running away? Are you afraid? Anthony, talk to me!" He couldn't stop. He couldn't. Not now. Wait till he was somewhere safe. Away from that angel. She couldn't let Dylan know that he was still alive. He had told her not to. Would she? He was totally freaking out right now.
"Anthony, would you answer me?!"
He couldn't freak out in front of the girl.
"Anthony!"
He stopped.
She pushed herself away from his shoulder, but he still held her.
"Anthony what's wrong? You'll tell me right?"
He shook his head.
"Anthony." she laid her head down on his shoulder. "Why won't you tell me? Who would I tell? I can keep secrets. I can." she
said quietly. So quietly she sounded on the verge of tears.
He trusted her, yes. With all his heart. He really didn't want to make her cry. That was the last thing that he wanted that he wanted to do. He sat
down on a nearby bench and held her softly while she just sat there unmoving. All of his worry about the black haired angel was subsiding in the time that they sat there. He began to focus on Carrie. She was really a beautiful little girl. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back and she had pale blue eyes. They amazingly looked a lot like his. She had thin poutty
lips with an angelic complexion. Her facial expression gave nothing but innocence. She was a poor little 7 year old without a family. She had been severely hurt by the woman that was supposedly her mother. Her step father
had convinced her mother to get rid of Carrie. 'Well that is their loss. I....I love this little girl.......I think......I
want to keep her..........'
The sun was beginning to set. How long had they been sitting there?
"Anthony what are you thinking about?" He looked down at her as she let out a yawn.