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It has been awhile since I have submitted and I'm sorry for that I was busy with school work. Anyhow, heres a poem where Sly writes to give to Carmelita while she is at work. Even though the vixen knew he loved her, she didn't know it was so in depth like this 3

Six billion dreams in the world. Six billion people in the world that has just one dream that they want to come true? And mine did? Out of six billion in the world, I'm glad that its me. I'm glad to see your face every morning when I wake up, you next to me in our huge matress. Sure we have plenty of room, but somehow we manage to get so close to eachother. Our hearts filled with love and passion for one another. Its beautiful. A passion that cannot be bought. A passion that reads never anything less than love.

I may not be the most best guy in the world since I'm a former thief, but I feel needless to say important when I'm with you. If I was without, it was liking living without water for more than three days. Oxy moron, you cannot live for more than three days without water. But When I'm with you, I feel like I can. Like I'm this God of some sort, but I God can't have anything without his Goddess.

I know you're busy all the time with work and keeping that other guys off you. But I just want to rensure you that I love you. Six billion people have dreams, wheater it's to be the president, or become a king, Mine came true. My dream was I always wanted to be with you. To hug, to kiss, to caress and to always be there when you need a shoulder to cry on. When you need toa doctor appointment, I'll be there with you. What is a king without his queen? Nothing, I feel as though life is beautiful with you but not as beautiful as you.

Love, Sly

Sly smiled as his own writing, his piercing coffee brown eyes narrowed upward as he felt his love for Carmelita. Even though it was at the end of his shift at the police department he still wanted to make sure Carmelita gets this love note. Suddenly, he hears boots walking towards the office. The raccoon put the note on her desk and jumps sleathly out the window on crates in the alley. And ran towards the apartment him and Carmelita share.

Carmelita walked into her office sitting at her desk and sighed, she was tried from working on reports and paper work all day for her boss. Mr. Barkley. Then the vixen looked down and saw a piece of paper with beautiful neat handwriting and began to read it. It was short, but when she was done reading it, she felt love like no other love she felt. Her face heats and realizing, that there is more where that came from tonight.