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(5) Morland - The Cloned Brother
Chapter 5 Morning light shone through the windows, greeting the house with a fresh day. There was a welcoming scent of frying sausages filling the air, while the cracking of eggs touching a hot pan could be heard from the kitchen. Jasper walked carefully to the kitchen door, interested to see, but afraid of making a sound and ruining the peace. The kitchen was sleek and modern, with a smooth laminated wood floor, silver cabinets and island with mottled white marble countertops; pictures on the wall hung in matching grey frames. Brook was there, dancing around the kitchen, mug of coffee in hand. Jasper couldn't help but smile. When he had first sat before such a stern, strong man he had wondered how such a fond bond between Brook and Wayne had ever been formed, but seeing him happily cooking Jasper would suddenly see exactly how. Not wanting to risk casting any shadows over the beautiful mood, he turned to move away from the kitchen. Brook looked across and smiled slightly, "Thought
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"Let's see... the A.I. interface seems to be working just fine, and the circuit board seems to be in order... Aha, here's the problem," Bulma Brief exclaimed triumphantly after finding a few wires were crossed incorrectly, the blue-haired genius having spent a good chunk of her afternoon repairing one of her company's airplanes that had recently broken down in the middle of a test flight. "Ms. Devoir, let General Xiōng Měng of the Royal Defense Army know that I repaired his biplane." "Right away, Mrs. Briefs," the voice of one of Bulma's secretaries replied through her earpiece, "by the way, you have a visitor here to see you. Shall I let her through?" "Umm... Sure, yeah, have her brought to my office," Bulma replied as she wiped the grease from her brow and went to her office. I wonder who it could be? Chi-Chi? She and I aren't supposed to be meeting up for tea until next week, though. Oh well, no time like the present, I suppose. Stepping out of her lab, where she did most of her
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Coming down No turning back Heart attack in black Suicidal fling Soul exodus An addictive personality Merciless Life Carnage The animal within Assassination of the senses An instinct to kill
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I love the alliteration! it works very nicely in this.