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England, 2034 Sometimes I like to dream. Sometimes these dreams are about me and Kieran – they're a bit silly, really. I like to think that when we grow up, when we're adults, twenty or thirty, having finished school and graduated, that we would get married in a lovely white chapel in London, where we would all have a fun time – you know, those old traditional things you would do at weddings, like chucking the bouquet or having a reception party. Those always sounded fun. And then later on in life, we would have children. One boy and one girl, and we would call them Maria and Harry. They would grow up to be sensible and sophistic

Chapter 2. After regaining his composure, Gru left the coffee shop, holding the flimsy card tightly in his sweaty palm. His heart was still beating slightly out of rhythm by the time he reached his car. He checked in the side mirror to make sure his face wasn't as red anymore, then opened the door and got inside.         "It's about time Dad! Where's the juice?!" Edith complained, once again kicking the back of his seat as Gru sat down in it. The violent kicking was all he needed to bring him back to reality.        "What? Oh yes, the juice!" Gru slammed his head into the steering wheel out of irritation, causing the horn to go off. It s

Chapter 1.          "Here is the file on your next target." A thin man with a firm jaw carelessly tossed a manila folder onto the desk in front of him. A woman reached over, pulled the folder close to her, and opened it. She gazed over the contents silently as the man sat back in his chair. "Find him, and do whatever you must to get the information we need. You are dismissed." With a nod, the woman left the room, taking the file with her.          She walked down the hall, opening the folder to expose the picture of her current target. "Very well." She smiled