epicpwner2003 (2013-12-13 09:04:13)

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I looked out my window. The smog from the city made it hard to breathe, but I always walked outide. I put my coat on and went outside. But there was one thing that went with me: my love for Pokémon.

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I got a bit tired of it after "Pokémon: Adventures in Unova and Beyond" ended last year. But I kept writing about it. I used to have a plush Pikachu, but it was left behind when I moved.

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It's been years since I last picked up my Game Boy. It now lies on my shelf with one game in it: Pokémon Yellow.

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I was going for my morning walk when I saw a box in the road. I kicked the box off the path and heard a squirm. I opened it and saw something I thought I'd never see: a baby Pichu. It looked at me with a confused look. Another Pokémon lay in the corner of the box: a Eevee. I put the creatures in my pockets and ran home. The Pichu seemed fine with it, but the Eevee kept trying to get out.

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About 2 years have passed since I found the Pokémon in the street, and frankly, they were hard to care for. I got on the computer and looked up some information. I found that Pichu likes Rawst Berries, but nothing for Eevee. It seemed that Pichu was really famous. I got them on November 22, 2030. That's odd, I graduated on November 22, 2023. It was like it was a graduation present.

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5 years have passed now and my Pichu has evolved into Pikachu. I call it "Pika" as a way of calling him. I've named my Eevee "Vicky". He likes the name. The two walk around the house now like soldiers going to a battle station. I'm thinking about moving now, but my Pokémon are too atached to the house we're at now. I can't blame them. The paintings on the wall are amazing.

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It was a beutiful day out today unlike most days. We finally moved. Yes. I said move. And my Pikachu talked. And I mean English. He said: "Pokémon." My heart exploded. And my Eevee can now read and understand English. I fear that they'll have to go sometime, but I don't know how. (MAX REACHED)

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