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The rain appeared out of nowhere. It started just a few days ago and showed no signs of stopping. Still, Red Blood Cell found the time to make a delivery there, even if it meant she had to swim through the flooding. With the emergence of some random spots, traveling around was becoming increasingly difficult. "Oh boy, this rain storm's pretty intense, huh?" Red Blood Cell asked, leaning against a wall. Before White Blood Cell could answer, the Helper T Cell appeared on a screen nearby. All cells nearby focused on the screen, curious as to what the cell had to say. "Attention, cells. Despite treatment, the body has not gotten any better. You have all done an excellent job in attempting to fix things, but it appears that the current condition of the lungs is not due to Pneumonia. It appears to be something else entirely," the Helper T Cell began. The other cells, including Red Blood Cell, were curious as to what Helper T Cell meant. White Blood Cell, on the other hand, knew what

When Jesus heard that a song was anti-God and anti-Jesus, he was curious. He knew that not everyone worshiped him and his father, yet that never phased him too much. Clicking on the link, he waited to see if he could understand what the song was trying to say. After a minute or so, he heard the lyrics that were interpreted as being against him and his father. Meanwhile, Buddha was busy tidying up the apartment he shared with the son of the Christian God. Although he was unable to hear the song, he could feel the floor vibrating a bit due to the fact that the instruments were being played quite intensely. As he was rearranging some things in the kitchen, he heard Jesus call him over. "This man sounds quite angry with not only my father, but me as well," Jesus said, closing the tab he had open to hear the song. "Why do you think he feels that way?" Buddha wondered, reaching over and re-opening the tab Jesus had just closed. The song began again and Buddha turned the volume down a

Name: Lucille Marie Jiang Age: 30 Height: 4'11 Weight: 98 pounds Eye Color: Dark Brown Hair Color: Cocoa Brown, slightly past shoulder length Facial Hair: None Piercings: None Tattoos: Plum blossom under her right shoulder Sexuality: Bi Other: in order of birth, she is generally counted as the third child due to her adoptive siblings being older than her Occupation: Cosmetologist Dress: depends on the day, although it's never too revealing Personality: shy until you get to know her, loves her family and friends, energetic Digs: lives in a three bedroom home in Springvale Maine with her husband Alois Background: Lucy was born in Biddeford Maine on August 31st, 1992. Her biological father left soon after her birth, only sticking around to sign her birth certificate. All she knew about the man growing up was that his name was Howard. For the first two years of her life, she was raised by her

Tiffany was preparing a snack for her daughter Ramona, while Miguel was busy having a tea party with his little girl. He was seated on the floor, which he didn't mind, since he didn't want to break anything. Besides, the little girl's favorite teddy bear was seated in the chair across from her, so Miguel couldn't sit there even if he wanted to. Soon after, Tiffany walked into the living room and placed a small plate of raspberries, sliced strawberries, and apple slices on the table that her husband and daughter were seated at. She sat on the couch and watched the two of them play, happy to know how much Miguel loved their little girl. "I think teddy wants a snack, too," Ramona said, picking up a toy plate and placing plastic grapes on it. Ramona placed the plate of pretend food in front of her teddy bear before pouring invisible tea into the tea cup in front of her. She picked up the tea pot next and poured invisible tea into another cup before handing it to her mother. Tiffany

When Stacy told Connor that she was pregnant, he was excited about the fact that his wife was going to make him a father. The two had talked about baby names and agreed on naming a boy Michael and if they had a girl, they chose to name her Amirah, a name that meant 'princess' in Arabic. Of course, they would have to wait another couple of weeks before finding out the gender of their unborn child, since that's when the result would be most accurate. "Oh boy, the little one sure is active," Stacy said, giggling as she felt a kick. "Probably can't wait to meet us," Connor added, placing a hand on Stacy's growing belly. Ever since Stacy told Connor that she was pregnant, she noticed that he seemed to be extra protective of her. If a shopping cart pressed against her belly a little too hard, he'd panic and worry that the baby would be hurt, only to be reassured by Stacy that the baby would be fine. Connor laid his head on his wife's shoulder and looked at her lovingly, glad to know that