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06-11-2008, 08:33 PM
"Sorry, Djimon, I keep slipping in that aspect. I apologize." S sighed, and Alvin chucked a notepad on the table at Okeam; it hit her square in the forehead and made her yelp.
"Stupid split."
"Anyway, you've all been called here to this meeting because you all have talents the world needs to save it. A scientist, a... sports enthusiast, a ship captain, a bomb expert and weapon expert, and a computer expert." S clapped his hands together. "You're the Miscreant League."
Okeam stared at him blankly. "... That meant to be a compliment? Cause that made me want to gouge out your eyes, S."
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...
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