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From a road on a hill top in lynx country, I saw an animal moving at the bottom of the hill on the muddy road 300 meters away. I was unsure what it was initially as it began to run up the steep incline in the road towards me, zig zagging as it ran. It soon became evident that it was a terrified Snowshoe Hare, running at full speed to evade a predator, which did not follow it onto the road. It continued to zig zag towards me at full speed, covering the entire 300 meters quickly and continued to run, seemingly all out, as it passed within a couple of feet of me, so scared that it ignored my presence.
I had a similar experience a few years ago when two coyotes were chasing — and very close to catching — a White-tailed Jackrabbit. The coyotes stopped when they saw me, but the terrified Jackrabbit continued to run at full speed towards me, passing within two feet.
Terrifying Sanatorium Urbex Tour
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not since the beginning of time
has the world known terror like this!
THE CREATURE FROM THE BLACK LAGOON!!!
so shocking and terrifying
that even Brett Walker would mark
this photograph "Restricted"
science couldn’t explain it
but there it was … alive
in the deep deep waters of the amazon
a throw back to a creature
that existed a hundred million years ago
immensely strong and destructive
see underwater thrills never photographed before
see titantic underwater battles never dreamed of before
in this terrifying scientific adventure
coming soon!
I grew up with cats - our first pair turned up on the doorstep as kittens, when I was about 2 years old. I always loved playing with them; watching them hide & sneak about, as they stalked pieces of string. It was my granddad who introduced me to dogs & when I was 4, he was given a collie pup, Bertie (the unwanted runt of a farm-bred litter). I'd liked granddad's other dogs but as I grew up, it was Bert who really sparked my love for & interest in all things canine & specifically, my fascination with border collies.
One of the main reasons why I adored Bert was because he reminded me so strongly of my cats at home. When we played together, Bert would constantly "hide" from me & he stalked toys as obsessively as the cats did. I was endlessly entertained by his feline behaviour & we played for hours on end. Flynn reminds me a great deal of Bertie - he too has very strong herding instincts & a great love for creeping about & hiding behind trees, under bushes & in long grass, like an oversized house-cat. He's not often very good at hiding but he tries!!
Haha, it's a good thing Flynn can't read... if he found out I likened him in any way to a cat, I think he'd be extremely upset! Silly dog has lived with my current kitty, Elsie for about a year & a half & he's STILL highly alarmed by her presence in the house. He seems to believe she's some kind of terrifying apparition, out to get him. He no longer barks his head off at her but does tend to scarper & hide in his crate when they bump into each other. Elsie used to be a bit scared of Flynn too but now, she obviously just thinks he's an idiot...
Hi there!
Here's an little build I made yesterday. I really like the tree, the speeder is okay I guess? :P The scout trooper is custom and yes he has the wrong gun... :'( The rebel in front has an custom made cloth. I hope y'all like it as much as me :) OH and for behind the scenes from my latest builds and more check out my Instagram! :D
~ Eddy
Ps. Taking this photo took AGES :P
Terrified Passions.
Bestürzt betrunkenen gewaltsamen Grausamkeit der alten ragmatical Wraths kochendem Elemente,
directions misérables laideur colère vaine charrues bouillonnantes pleureurs eaux,
презрительные пылающие внутренние страхи вой пары кричали сигналы человеческого гадость,
rhesymau lawr eiriau minacious ddelfrydyddol amhersonol o enghreifftiau dros dro condemnio rheolau,
irrepressible curis occultis affectibus atrocitas intelligentia contemplando embryogenic tristitia delicti,
fortificações inextricáveis pensamentos irracionais parasitárias chacais confessando javalis exagerando mentiras decorosos,
occhi infundibuliform condotta incurabile innumerevoli bandiere universali notevoli mostri contenuti ferocia,
schizofrenie literar contrazice cameleon idei preconcepute vestibulare infinit coduri anagrammatic explicații,
kämpar etablerade okvalificerade svartsjuka sentimentala mörker imaginära belittling timmar brutna unsociable förmågor,
崩壊再発反発夢恐ろしい弱点の診療所の自然解読心わらぶき硫黄の詩.
Steve.D.Hammond.
I was out foraging mushrooms today and came across this young guy again. I ran into him last year in the same meadow. He’s much bigger than he looks. To get a closer shot, I was working my way to the wood-line on the right. I keep my distance, hide behind trees, so not to disturb him. As I did; a green Nisan SUV was speeding up the road. It stopped quickly when it saw me and the bear. It backed up, pulled forward, backed up again, flashing its headlights, to scare the bear off. This was done intentionally by one of Yosemite’s Mobbing Low-lifes, to prevent me from getting a good picture. This young bear fresh out of hibernation, hungry and feeding on the new deer grass. And, someone terrifies him, just to piss me off. Acts like this are common, when I go out for photography or enjoyment. This is the face of Yosemite’s Mobbing Community. These people have no regard for the wildlife, the impact they have on them or the park. As long as they can harass their target and spread their hate.
As I said; I came across this guy last year in the same meadow. There’s a picture of him in my photostream, standing in the deer grass up to his shoulders. I can be pretty stealthy when I need to. I worked into the dark wood-line on the right, last year. I was in the woods working closer to the meadow and the bear. The woods were thick and when I got closer to the meadow, the bear had moved closer to the edge. I came up to a clearing and there he was. I was a bit to close, took a couple quick, blown out shots. He heard the camera, looked up and wasn’t happy. He stared right at me and started swaying, shifting weight from side to side. That’s not a good sign coming from a bear. I started backing up, the woods thick and dark. I moved slowly backwards with my face towards him and snapped a big tree limb. When the limb snapped, it scared up a Great Horned Owl that was feeding on a ground squirrel. It was the loudest owl I’ve ever heard. I nearly shit myself, I may have farted, I don’t know. I just wanted to get the hell out of there. Yep, I was the one terrified that year.
Now back to the haters. After the jerk scared the bear off; I went to a couple other areas searching for morel mushrooms. I didn’t find any. When I made it back to the meadow much later; there was another one of Yosemite’s Mobbers setting across the road in a pickup truck. He was there to make sure the bear didn’t return. This bear wasn’t disturbing anyone, just wanted to get a much needed meal. You can see some snow still in the wood-lines, the elevation there is 6175 feet.
As Yosemite's Mobbing community spreads hate and terror, many brave Americas are finding ways to help those in need, during a Pandemic.
I know my comments are controversial, but real life often is. Many of us know; the truth can be terrifying and is often hidden from the general public.
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The morning sun streaming through the window at 6:00am woke Gavin of Lockwood up. He blinked and sat up on the edge of his bed. Groggily he rubbed his eyes and wished he could sleep another hour. Instantly it was dark. Gavin started, fully awake now.
"Now what was that?"
He listened carefully for any sounds of commotion. There was none. He sneaked to the door and cracked it open. Nobody. Usually at 6:00am the hallways were alive with servants bearing trays and the like for breakfast. But today there was no one. Gavin was stumped. He glanced out the window. The sun! It wasn't coming into his room anymore! Gavin ran to the window and looked out. The sun was just coming over the edge of the horizon. Gavin rubbed his eyes and looked again. Still there.
"Hmm... very odd. Maybe I'm dreaming. Yeah. I bet that's it."
And yet he had a sinking feeling he wasn't dreaming. Something had happened, and he wasn't quite sure what. He went back to bed, opened his eyes, sat up and rubbed his eyes. Nothing happened. Then he remembered. He had wished he could sleep another hour. Sure enough, the sun was just rising, meaning it would be sometime about... 5:00am. Gavin swallowed and thought I wish I had my sword in my hand. Instantly it was. Gavin realized there was no mistaking it.
He could work magic. Magic, forbidden in the land of Roawia. He ran out into the halls, clad in his pajamas. Nobody. Absolutely quiet. He tip-toed to the door of his friend who was staying the night. Still asleep.
It must be that the time literally turned back, Gavin thought. He was terrified. A baron of Loreos, with the ability to work magic. He could be exiled for that. At least nobody knew it had happened. And nobody ever would, since they were all sleeping. For the present, he was safe.
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The beginning of Gavin of Lockwood's saga, which I will be tracing for the Mages' Guild.
Inspired by Mark of Falworth and Digger.
-IronBricks
The Kurasako XG454 is the bike of choice for hordes of delinquent youth who terrorize District 18 under the banner of several gangs. Fast, nimble, and easily modified, the XG454 makes for quick getaways while still commanding a terrifying presence due to its usually loud exhaust note.
------------------------------------------My entry for the Rebel division of the LSB 2018 contest.
Guggenheim, Bilbao, España
You can see the works of Louis Bourgeois at Wikipedia (thanks ectaticist), and learn about The Guggenheim Museum Bilbao.
Please visit jcroldanphoto.com/.
Can you imagine these giant creatures hunting us humans . Dinosaurs .. terrifying lizards indeed .
its a Australoventor Wintonensis from the family of Theropod .. got that .. I hope it knows what it is .
They grow to 1.5-1.8 mts high and are 4-6 mts long
Queensland Museum
Cultural Centre
Brisbane
One crook that was beheaded many years ago is still clearly terrified by what happened. No body can help him now! Taken at Queen Square in Bath. Happy Halloween to all contacts and viewers.
You’re the only poem I could never write. And how could I? Words could never do justice to explain the way I feel about you. For me, you are that person who can only be experienced. The kind of experience that brightens your dying flame forever. Anybody would be terrified to miss out on that experience. Especially when it could be the only one you’d ever get.
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Well that may be what the advert on the side says, but it was a lovely day with bits of blue sky and some not so white clouds; chilling and terrifying definitely not.
Cyber Della is out for Halloween! Watch out!! Lol!
Yes my missus faceappd me for a laugh.
If only she knew......
Well, at least one of them is!
You vs. the Best winner of one-time challenge under "Wild Card - One Shot" with "Snakes" as the category.
Why yes, that is bible paper. &No I'm not going to hell if it's from the index pages xDD
& It smoked wonderfully.
"Daniel… are you certain? My apartment-"
Barry is cut off by a swift head shake, silencing the man and making him frown. Daniel takes a deep breath, his exhale shaky and filled with nerves. "I… I'm sure, Barry," he says, fiddling with the bus ticket in his hands. "I… I know everyone is… but I can't be here, in this city. Not right now, at least."
The bus station is crowded, much more than Daniel has ever seen. He guesses it makes sense, given everything that's happened in the last week. He's running too, just not in the way he's pretending to. He peers down at the ticket in his hand; a ticket for Midway City, the former home of Creed Philips.
"Metropolis is a long way from here, but you know me, Iris… all of us will be there in an instant," Barry says, giving him a small smile.
Metropolis. He'd told them all he reached out to a friend from highschool, asking if he could stay with him for a while. He doesn't like lying to them, they're his family… but that same family would try and stop him from what he has to do.
He has to kill the Eradicator.
"Metropolis B3 leaving in five minutes."
Daniel brings himself to a stand, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. Barry stands with him, a concerned expression Daniel's seen all too much since that night. Daniel is taken aback as Barry leans in to hug him.
"Be safe, Daniel," he says, squeezing tight.
Daniel reciprocates, feeling a jolt run through his body as he does. "Always, Barry."
As he pulls away, he gives a final wave, before boarding the bus. He finds a lone row, taking the seat and its partner for his bag. Looking out the window, he watches Barry see him off with that same expression on his face. He'll make sure that expression disappears, and he'll make sure none of them have it ever again.
Daniel doesn't notice the small sparks of red lightning in his own eyes.
-^- Later That Morning -^-
Barry gnaws at his inner cheek, rapidly tapping his foot against the cobble walkway beneath him. He's currently at Dwyer Park, sitting on a bench overlooking the pond. His eyes are fixated on a couple sitting together in a boat. He frowns at the envy he feels, or rather, fear of envy.
He's terrified. Terrified of what he's about to do, about the reaction, about the consequences of it. Eddie and Jay were right though, what he's doing, hiding half of his life from the love of his life is wrong, and unfair to not only Iris, but himself.
So he decided he'd tell her. He called her and asked to meet here, at the most secluded part of Dwyer Park. He knows Iris, and knows she could never hate him, but even so… he knows how important trust is, and that a secret like this could break that trust, could ruin them. He can only hope for the best.
"There you are!"
He snaps his head to the voice, his concern fading upon seeing Iris, who's pushing low hanging branches from the path to the bench. The feeling of dread still lingers, but just seeing her, just having her take a seat beside him, his mind feels at ease.
"Hey, Iris," he greets, scooching over so she has more room.
"Hey yourself," she responds, bringing both legs onto the bench to sit with her legs criss-crossed. "So, this place is pretty secluded… and there's a nice view of the pond below, not much I can think a couple would do up here. Barry Allen wasn't planning something scandalous on the fly, was he?"
Barry again feels a sense of safety wash over him as he laughs. "No, no scandals with me," he says, thankful for the shade of the trees that hide his embarrassment. "I… I actually wanted to talk to you. I thought the place was… private enough."
Silence follows as Barry stares at his hands, thumbs twiddling. "Barry?" Iris asks, taking a hold of his hands, running her thumbs along his. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"
The tapping of his foot quickens, his heart pounds against his ribcage, and his mind races. Images of Joe crumbling and August being struck by lightning flash before his eyes. He clenches his jaw, pursing his lips with his eyes closed. More images come to mind. Eddie, broken out of his shell and Wally, smiling as blue lightning sparkles off his skin.
"I am the Flash."
Silence encompasses the two. Barry's eyes are sealed shut, unable to open and look the woman before him in the eyes.
"I know."
Sound returns to Barry in waves. First is the pounding of his heart, loud and fast, like a snare drum. Next comes the nature around him. Birds, the wind, laughter from the pond below them. It grounds him. Reminds him, no, tells him that it's all real. Finally, the crackling of lightning, which causes him to open his eyes. Without even realizing it, he'd generated an aura of lightning around the two, giving light to the shady seclude.
Barry finally meets her eyes, jaw going slack and face going red at the short and simple response "I… you… how…" he asks, too dumbfounded to form a proper sentence.
Iris calms herself, keeping her soft giggling from evolving to full on laughter. Her smile stays ever present, though. "I do, for years now, infact," she explains, nodding her head. "Ever since you fought with Mardon."
"With Mardon?" Barry asks, eyes going wider than thought they could. "That… that was my first time being the Flash, how?"
"You keep your eyes exposed in your suit," Iris chuckles, cupping his cheek and running her thumb under his eye. "It was the first thing that stood out when I met you, and it was the first thing I saw that night… before the symbol, the cowl, or even the lightning that danced along your body."
"You knew… all this time," Barry mumbles, placing his hand on hers. "Why didn't you say anything? If you knew…"
"You were keeping it secret for a reason," she says, causing him to be filled with shock once more. "Don't look so shocked: we're not in a movie, Barry. I wasn't going to freak out at you for not telling me. You planned on telling me when you were ready to, and that's what just happened."
"I… I'm sorry," Barry begins with a quiver in his lip. He's unable to stop the tears that follow, head falling onto Iris's shoulder. "I… I was so worried about telling you, about telling anyone… Joe and August both found out, but now… now they're…"
Iris places her hand on the back of his head, running his fingers through his hair. "I… don't think that's a fair burden to carry," Iris says, to which Barry nods.
"I… I know," he sobs, holding onto her shirt. "I just… It's all happened so fast. First Thawne showed up and made me relive it all… then dad, finally a free man, might never wake up. Then Joe and August… they're both gone… Heatmonger and Eradicator got away, and we have no idea what Raijin is capable of."
"I might not know about everything, and there's still tons you need to tell me," Iris says, pulling Barry up from her shoulder to look her in the eyes. "What I do know is that you aren't alone, and that it's okay to slow down sometimes. The Flash may be the fastest man alive, but that doesn't mean your pain goes away in an instant."
"I can't just… walk away… not if someone is hurting," he mumbles as she wipes his tears away.
"I'm not saying to," Iris says with a smile. "I just want you to remember Barry Allen may be the Flash, but he doesn't need to be the fastest man alive."
Barry nods, finally smiling once again. "Yeah… alright," he mumbles, sniffling. "Yeah okay, I'll try."
For the next hour, the two sit together, letting small talk and silence dominate their time. Iris rests her head on Barry's shoulder, his hand in hers. Barry's eyes fixate on a bird as it lands in its nest, smaller, naked birds appearing from inside.
"Y'know, dad asked about kids when I last saw him, he said twins run in the Allen family," Barry chuckles, watching the bird feed its young. "You said some of your relatives have twins as well, right? Together, we've probably got a guarantee, maybe even more than just twi- Iris?" Barry turns to the woman to see her face blank, one eyebrow twitching. "Iris, are you okay?"
"Y-yeah, I uhm, kinda had something I wanted to tell you too," Iris says, recovering and smiling up at Barry. "I've been meaning to tell you, but with everything that's gone on, we haven't had much time to ta-"
BOOM
Barry sighs, making Iris chuckle as he stands. "I'm so sorry, Iris," Barry apologizes, raising his fist and letting the golden ring around his finger expel his suit. With a quick spin, he's in full costume.
"You got yourself a ring before me?" she asks, to which Barry rolls his eyes, unable to hide his smirk. He jumps slightly as she smacks his ass. "Go save the day, then we'll slow down and talk later."
"I love you," he says with a wave before speeding off.
"I know."
-^-
As Barry arrives on the scene, his face immediately scrunches up in confusion. Standing atop a broken-up car with a large weapon in hand, is a man dressed in nothing but a leotard and cape.
"Flash!" a voice calls from behind him, grabbing Barry's attention. Skidding to a stop, dressed in a yellow and red tracksuit, is Wally. He wears sunglasses over his eyes, ones he recognizes from Vulcan's Veggies' basement. "Glad you're here, I've gotten most of the area evacuated already, but there's still a few buildings I haven't covered."
Barry's confusion shifts to a smile. "Great job, Kid," Barry nods, turning to the naked man. "Did the barbarian man say anything when you arrived?
"Nothing, he's just been… imitating a monkey," Wally explains, pointing at the man, who slams his fists down onto the car's hood.
"A monkey, what the- get down!" Barry shouts, pushing Wally to the side as the man raises and fires his weapon. A beam of energy shoots out from the gun, striking the street and causing it to rupture. Barry quickly grabs Wally, jumping on and off crashed cars like stepping stones. Though he makes it free of the blast, the shockwave still hits, knocking him and Wally to the ground. Barry is quick to stand, wiping some blood from his lip.
"Agh!" Wally shouts, Barry turns towards the boy in horror. Curling on the pavement, Wally holds his arm, his right shoulder clearly dislocated. Dug deep in his bicep is a chunk of asphalt, dripping with blood. "My arm…"
Barry curses under his breath as he grits his teeth, anger boiling inside. Kneeling down he surveys the ground, searching for anything for the boy to bite down on. Finding nothing, he exhales to steel himself, holding his forearm up to Wally. "Bite down," he orders, grabbing the chunk of debris with his free hand. Wally complies, the action making Barry wince. He pushes through, pulling the debris out from Wally's arm and snapping it back in place with two quick motions.
Wally releases Barry's forearm, his hand shooting to his wounded arm. "I'm… I'm sorry, Fl-"
"Don't apologize," Barry cuts him off, extending his non bleeding arm to help Wally to a stand. "Neither of us were expecting that gun, we-"
"Help! Please, I'm stuck!"
Barry turns to the voice, spotting a man whose leg is trapped beneath a pile of rubble. He turns to Wally, noticing his wound has fully healed already. It was faster healing than his own, and it was only Wally's first time using it. "I'll help him, get the baddie!" Wally shouts, to which Barry responds with a nod. He couldn't help but smirk as Wally darts off, even in the destruction. His abilities and his spirit are truly amazing.
He turns his head from Wally, eyeing the villain. Lightning crackles along his body as he lowers his stance, placing both hands against the broken up ground. The gorilla man across from him is already charging another shot of the gun, its red energy building and emitting its own lightning. As he exhales, Barry takes off. Each step he takes causes a new surge of Speed Force lightning to spread around his body. He's manipulating it, each burst acting as a kickstart for his next step. Each burst makes him that much faster.
Wally will be faster than him. He knows it, but right now? He needs to keep getting faster. Each step he takes paves the way for him. He couldn't save Joe, or August, or his father, or Bivolo… but he can keep trying, and keep pushing forward. Barry can keep guiding and protecting him, until the day comes when he can save them.
Barry's fist slams into the villain's jaw, his other hand grabbing the underbarrel of the gun and aiming it into the sky. The weapon fires, it's blast lighting the mid-day sky up red. The tail end of the shockwave hits Barry, but the force is that of a gentle breeze. He quickly dismantles the gun, leaving the parts in a small pile next to the unconscious villain.
He'll make sure Wally is a better hero than he'll ever be.
-^-
Iris plops down onto her couch, rubbing her tired eyes. With the recent influx of super villains, she's had more work on her plate than ever. Paired with the streak of tragedies that have fallen upon them, she's dead tired at 4pm.
She pulls her laptop out of her bag, and begins typing notes, not for her work, but for Barry. They'd need to talk more in-depth about everything going on, but her conversation with him did bring up a few names.
Heatmonger, The Eradicator, Thawne, and Raijin.
She doesn't know who, or what Thawne is, but she knows of the others. More specifically, she knows who the villains are, and knows who the god lightning is. She knows Barry, and because of that, she knows he'll still end up pushing himself, even if they continue to talk and she continues to let him vent the way he did.
Her hand rests on her stomach, eyes looking down with a soft smile upon thinking of their conversation.
"Y-yeah, I uhm, kinda had something I wanted to tell you too. I've been meaning to tell you, but with everything that's gone on, we haven't had much time to ta-"
Her smile shifts to a small scowl. "There better not be more than two of you in there," she reprimands before looking back up to the laptop.
Hours of Iris seated at the sofa pass, hours of searching to no avail. Barry had texted her, letting her know he wouldn't be able to talk for a few days, something about following a lead to Africa. She'd definitely need to ask him about that when he got home, but for now, he'd be gone. She was fine though, she knows their talk would keep him grounded.
She groans, leaning back against the couch. While Barry may have found a lead to follow, her search had proved to be useless so far. Anything she could find on Creed Philips surely wasn't new information to Barry. Lucious Coolidge disappeared years ago, with anything past his disappearance being a complete mystery. The name Thawne proved to be the most prevalent, but nothing about it pointed towards any of the attacks, just a lineage of poor farmers.
Raijin wound up the worst of all. All she had found were folktales and descriptions of the god of lightning from mythology, but none of it proved to be helpful.
She's in over head. She's a journalist, and she's damn good at research, but she's not a detective. It's then when a lightbulb goes off in her mind. She begins rapidly typing, before a smirk spreads across her face.
"There you are."
-^- The Next Morning -^-
Iris slams the cab door shut, waving to the driver. She looks down, checking her phone, then back up at the building. "Right address," she mumbles, eyeing the apartment complex once more. It's run down, located in one of the worst parts of Keystone City. Graffiti sprayed all over the chipped brick walls, the fire escape looks like it would break if a child stood on it, and there's an ac unit hanging dangerously far outside a window, ready to drop on a pedestrian below.
It does fit him well, she supposes.
Taking cautious steps over the tipped over trash cans, she makes her way to the buzzer. She grimaces at the green stain on the panel, pressing her thumb against it with a sigh. "Hi, I'm here f-"
Iris is cut off by the sound of unlocking doors. She hastily removes her thumb from the buzzer, wiping it on the bottom of her blazer as she steps inside. "Not just the outside, I guess," taking note of how small, and unfurnished the building is.
She steps further inside, scanning the mailboxes lined on the wall. Her eyes light up as she reaches the man she's looking for, located in apartment 6E. Happy with her finding, she trots to the elevator, before freezing with an audible sigh. Her eyes shift from the sheet of paper taped to the door that reads "out of order" to the rickety staircase.
"The greater good," she mumbles to herself, taking one step onto the staircase, nearly falling as the plank of wood slides out of place. "Oh come on!"
With slow and cautious steps, Iris makes her way to the top floor of the building, then down the dimly lit hallway. "6E," she says, performing three quick knocks against the door.
Iris stands in silence for just under a minute before she raises her hand, ready to knock again. Luckily, the door swings open, causing a smile of relief to spread across her face. The man in front of her has a confused expression on his face. His cheeks are hollow and he has a long, beak-like nose, but his round eyes give off a kind, friendly impression. Anything else about him, whether it be his lanky bone structure, his thin fingers, or stained button up, gives off the opposite vibe entirely. Still, Iris could recognize that wavy red hair from anywhere.
"Hey, Ralph," she says, smiling coyly at his already darkening expression."Remember that favor you owed me?"
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NEXT TIME: A New Hero Rises!