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03-17-2009, 06:16 PM
"Chill, Rian. Chill. Nobody is an idiot. Crazy, yes, stupid no." To Gettle, he said, "Nice to meet you. I'm Natho." The owner of the diner came out and put three plates on the table; she'd heard Natho offer to buy Gettle food. "That's thirty caps, Nat."
"Blah." He fumbled in a pocket and handed her forty. "Keep the extra, I can't be bothered today."
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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