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TF: let it snow. It had been 4 weeks since the arrival of my new-fond guardian called: Dino. Me and him have some things in common; we both focus on our goals, we had some 'experience' in a war and we both like italian cars like they were our children (luckily I dont treat my Mitsubishi Evo 9 like one).
The weather forecast in San Francisco said that it was going to snow tomorrow because it is 'getting near to winter' its February for Christ sake, not Christmas but the forecast said it was 'blizzard snow' so I got a bit worried about that. I get forecasts that say its going to tornado back when I was in England
A Russian's MindAfter the war was over and the wounds of the wounded bots were healed, the Autobots decided to celebrate their victory in hand with the humans outside in the open on the N.E.S.T base. But I didn't attend; it wouldn't be such matter because someone stronger will rise to take the place of the fallen Decepticon leader, Megatron. I was surprised Optimus was having fun with his sparkmate, Causeway, and his sparkling, Snowdew. Snowdew, my fellow companion that I trained since she was little was now fully grown to go on her own capabilities.
Every Autobot I knew was talking and laughing at jokes they made, I smiled and laughed a little with Jazz ju
RQ - The Spy in the Den Creeping along the edges of one of the Decepticons latest outpost bases had to be the most thrilling thing that Mirage had done all week. Days on end of bickering about who would be chosen to finally scout out the unfamiliar territory riddled with 'Cons, and here he finally was at the spot himself that he longed to have so much. There was nothing better than knowing that at a moment's notice he could take out one of these blasted Decepticons if he had the chance and things got sticky as well as serving up a good aft-kicking. It was supposed to be quiet spy work, but that didn't mean that he wasn't hopeful to dish out the pain.
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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