A is for again. Let's say, Abigail is fighting with Micheal, again.|| Connecticut is having much trouble holding a furious Massachusettes back before the maroon head could break anything, and by anything Connecticut meant anything. Including bones. He practically had to lock her by the shoulders and heave her backwards with all his might, wich has just been proved unsuccessful. Even though he knew well enough that the woman's amazingly energetic, but if not for today he would have almost

forgotten how vigorous she is. Connecticut swallows a swear and tries harder to pull the struggling woman farther away from a triumphently smiling New York. He thought the Bay State had been trying to get along with New York and New Jersey lately, or did she give up. He couldn't tell. Afterall, it's not like he's a friend of any of the three hotspurs. No, he doesn't think they have any friends at all. And just by what mysterious that he happened to be the only ond present when Massachusetts and

New York decides to have a fight again?|| He doesn't know. Usually he would go wandering around for no purpose at all and shoot a picture of whatever he might suddenly have the mood of saving down. But the problem hear is, though he does not care if Massachusetts would decide to beat somebody to death for making fun of the loss of the Celts, he DOES care that she would break New York's ribs. Yeah, if the bastards do fight, it's New York who's going to lose.

Unfortunately the golden haired Dutch knew well that Connecticut would not let that happen. The hell knows that the only reason that Connecticut even cares as much as a hair of the man's well-being is that the blonde is holding his camera. Threads of auburn hair tickeled his neck. Before he tightenes his jaws and prepare for another heave a blow landed on his flank. A waterfall of ill curses landed in his ear. "Oh no you don't," he said, baring his teeth, "you are not breaking MY bones again."

Letter A end.