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Rachel's words burned like fire her eyes as cold and as deadly as a viper. David had a malevolent soul, only tamed by the burning drops of alcohol. Dan's name meant prophet and that's what he was, a perfectly precise, precocious, proficient, prophet. Mary was a five foot eight mother of none, unless you count the easily discernible twenty some year old kids living in the house. Emily was curious, and had the most elegant amount of clumsiness. Eli spent his days confined in his room with a plethora of math problems. Michael a zealous Gandhi, with words of wisdom that hardly ever fit the occasion. The most beautiful smile was always plastered to his face. Michael had the tendency to instigate trouble, and yet his was infallible. His ability to condone anything anyone says has left him unsure and shallow. His precarious soul left him no impunity, but much resilience instead. It has also left him with wild adventures and scary stories of the Earth, which he of course exaggerated when he told. Hidden behind Jane's different identities lies her fervent soul that is left lamenting over the scarred childhood she received. The fact that she had shown up at their door one Thursday afternoon was pure luck, actually she had . They had hoped for someone like her to arrive. Someone who had more comebacks than Rachel, enough fortitude to handle David, large amounts of mischief to throw off Dan, as much prudence as Mary, patience for Emily, a level of assimilation to help Eli show himself, and a heart for Michael. Jane was their perfect fit, for now they all feared tradition and coveted the future.
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