BTW: I have never read #54, ok? SOMEONE spoiled it for me, by writing about it and not admiting that their story had spoilers for #54!! Grrrr. :(
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Grieving-Part II
The wind blew at my face. Some of my tears blew away with it. Um, tears? Did I say tears? Ooops. "Oh man," I groan, trying to ignore the huskiness of my raw voice.
It's dark, the moon is hidden by clouds. When it peeks out from behind them, I look at my reflection in the pond. A teenage boy with red, swollen eyes looks back.
I rub at my eyes, but it only makes them appear to be redder. "Good thing it's night-time, that way my flock of devoted admirerers can't see my devilish good looks crying like a baby."
The joke sounded lame, even to my ears. Then again, all my jokes were lame. SHE said so, in the oh-so-serious-yet-I'm-only-kidding manner only she could have. And here I am, grieving her death.
I. Me. Marco. Surprised?
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Grieving-Part II
The wind blew at my face. Some of my tears blew away with it. Um, tears? Did I say tears? Ooops. "Oh man," I groan, trying to ignore the huskiness of my raw voice.
It's dark, the moon is hidden by clouds. When it peeks out from behind them, I look at my reflection in the pond. A teenage boy with red, swollen eyes looks back.
I rub at my eyes, but it only makes them appear to be redder. "Good thing it's night-time, that way my flock of devoted admirerers can't see my devilish good looks crying like a baby."
The joke sounded lame, even to my ears. Then again, all my jokes were lame. SHE said so, in the oh-so-serious-yet-I'm-only-kidding manner only she could have. And here I am, grieving her death.
I. Me. Marco. Surprised?