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Secret Story #36 6/4/17 "Hat-Trick" "The documents we need are in a safe in the back office. A quick in and out, easy peasy." Robyn's voice rang in Carson's head. Between her and T, this telepathy thing was getting rough. "How are we getting in," Trystyn asked, looking over her map. They were standing outside the south entrance, on the wrong side of tall, electric fence. They thought about having Piper fly over, but gunmen on the roof shut down that idea. "I have an idea." Carson, pulled his hat off of his head. He handed it to Trystyn, who gave him a look of partial disgust. "What am I supposed to do with this?" "You're gonna hold it, I'm going to get inside it, then you're going to throw it over." "That's a stupid plan." Trystyn spun the purple top hat in her hands. She couldn't believe she let him go out wearing this thing. "Do you have a better one?" Trystyn shrugged. "You right." Carson smiled and then kissed Trystyn on the cheek. "Let's go!" Carson touched the inside of the hat with his finger and slowly melted into the shadows. Soon, his entire body was flattened into the confines of the hat, but to Trystyn, it didn't weigh anymore than usual. Trystyn looked up at the fence one more time with a sigh, before winding back and throwing the hat like a frisbee high into the air. It spun quickly, flying up and over the fence, before lightly gliding down and across the yard towards the building. Trystyn watched through the fence as Carson began to materialize out of the hat, his feet hitting the ground and rest of his from soon following. He eventually formed fully, and rolled into crouch, holding his hat. Trystyn nodded approvingly. "That works."

Secret Story #3 1/31/17 "MS. Funny" People can be a lot of things, especially the ones close to you. There's on in particular I'm thinking of, but better not put a name. Let yourself put a face to my description and maybe you'll find a new appreciation for that person. Mine just happens to be a woman, but don't let me pronouns phase your imagination. The one I'm thinking of is very beautiful. Like I can name the three most beautiful woman and she's in there. Not sure which please, top 2 for sure, but that's not important right now. She's hot too, the figure of a goddess, but also not important. She's a lot of things: smart, clever, strong, enduring, etc. But what I would really like to highlight is that she's funny. It's not that she is just good at comedy, which she is, but more so she has a way of making people laugh, me especially. Her face is expressive and she perfectly matches her look to her words. If she's doing it on purpose is a different question. It's easy to call someone funny, but the bigger question is why are they funny? My answer to this, regarding her, is one of my absolute favorite thing about her. She's funny because she wants to see people smile. Maybe it's just to me or other people she likes, but it doesn't matter. She wants to be funny so she can the smiles on mine and other people's faces and know she is what caused them. I mean come on, it feels awesome knowing you made someone happy, especially if they were sad before. So thank you Ms. Funny. I may be assuming a lot and could very well be wrong, but I doubt it. You're funny and it makes me happy. I'll work on my comedy too, because you're smile is pretty wonderful too. :)