The members of New Religion were in their house in Florida, Pagsulat a new song together. Fritz, their mascot and musician dog, was sitting close to the band members. Paul's Siberian Huskies, Yukon and Nunavut, were in the susunod room. Erin said, "This is a perfect evening." Paul said, "Yes, it is." Lola said, "I don't think anything can possibly go wrong tonight." Carl nodded in agreement. Just then, Nunavut started growling. "What? Are you jealous now?" Paul remarked. Just then, a scream was heard. Paul grabbed Nunavut's lead and clipped it to the collar. Carl followed Paul out the door and told Lola and Erin to stay inside and call for help. Out in the night, Paul and Carl could hear someone crying. Nunavut led them in the right direction. It was their neighbor, Lisa. She said, "Paul! Carl! Am I glad to see you guys!" Carl immediately put pressure on her wound. Paul asked, "What happened?" She said, "He told me not to scream, but I screamed, and he stabbed me." Paul said, "It's going to be okay. Lola and Erin are calling for help right now." Later, Paul and Carl made it back home. Lola asked, "Is everything okay?" Carl said, "Lisa has been stabbed." Erin said, "Oh, no! Is she going to be okay?" Paul said, "She's fine. The paramedics took her to the hospital just to be sure." Later, on the news, they heard that she was expected to make a full recovery. Erin said, "You guys are heroes." Carl said, "We can't take all the credit. It was Nunavut who led us to her." Paul patted the head of his loyal dog and remarked, "Smart dog!" That night, they all went to bed, glad to know their neighbor was okay. However, Paul had a terrible nightmare. His band mates were killed right in front of him. He was relieved it was only a dream, but this dream was realistic. That could possibly happen. That morning, Lola fixed breakfast. She noticed that Paul wasn't cheerful as usual. She asked, "Paul, are you feeling okay?" He said, "Yeah." She felt his forehead and said, "You don't feel feverish." He said, "I'm sure I'll be fine." Later that morning, New Religion went to the recording studio to record their new song. Andrew, their producer, noticed that Paul wasn't cheerful. Andrew asked, "Paul, what's wrong?" Paul said, "I just didn't sleep well last night. I'm okay." Andrew said, "Maybe you should go tahanan and rest." After recording their new song, the members of New Religion went back to their house. Erin said, "Paul, you haven't been yourself all day. Something is clearly bothering you." He said, "Really, I'm fine." Carl said, "No, you're not, man." Lola said, "Carl's right. You're not. Tell us what's wrong." Paul sighed. Erin said, "Paul, we're your friends. You can tell us." He said, "I had a horrible nightmare last night. You all were murdered right in front of me." Lola hugged him and said, "Paul, it was only a nightmare. We're right here, and we're fine." He said, "But what if this really happened?" Erin asked, "Do you really think I'd let that happen?" He said, "Erin, that's beyond your control." Carl said, "Paul, you shouldn't worry about the what if's in life." Paul said, "I think I'd feel safer if we moved to a safer town. Miami isn't that safe." Lola said, "Paul, I think we should wait a while." He asked, "How long should we wait? Until one of us gets stabbed or shot in our driveway?!" Erin said, "I think Paul has a point. As rock stars, it's our safety is madami important now than ever. Besides, if it would make Paul feel better, it would make me feel better." She sinabi this in her no-nonsense, authoritative voice. Nobody objected to that. They all began looking for homes in towns that were rated the safest in the United States.
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No Stable Place
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a taon and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad araw at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became madami frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only pinagmulan of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a taon and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad araw at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became madami frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only pinagmulan of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.