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Chapter 3

- The Stranger On Mainstreet.

Kimmy bustled around the flower shop, searching for the right bouquet. There were tons, and she had no idea what Sheila's favourite flower was. Tomarrow would have been Kyle's twentieth birthday, so they were going to pay his mother a visit at the mental hospital. Not that she had any idea what exactly would be going on, her leucotomy would take care of that.

She sighed and walked outside to see the other bouquets. She never like going to see Sheila, she saw enough of the hospital, and she found them extremly depressing. But Kimmy went anyways, to be polite. She had something else to be happy for anyways, Kenny was coming back from his time in the marines. He went to the army instead of college, she had been so worried that he was going to get his head blown off by a grenade or something, she had written him everyday.

As she walked outside, and felt a very cold breeze. She pulled her hood closer to her face, and walked around the corner. Normally she wouldnt have paid any attention to this, it was just the fact that the wind felt like winter and it was the middle of may that bugged her.

As she turned the corner, she swore she saw someone standing on the corner of mainstreet. When she fully turned, whoever was there, was gone. She shook it off and continued looking.

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"Why did Kimmy have to pick the biggest bouquet in the whole flower shop?" Stan complained.

He did look rather silly as he walked down mainstreet, carrying a bouquet that had to be bigger than him. It was filled with at least seven different types of flowers, each of them flying into his face as he walked forward.

"Might as well just paint a pink triangle on my forhead." He said, then almost tripped over his feet cause he couldnt see where he was going.

He finally moved the bouquet under his arm, crushing it slightly. He didnt really care, it was too big anyway. Then he saw something strange. The boy walking toward him ahd to be at least his age, and as they got closer was his height. He never glanced at Stan, just looked straight ahead. He had to be a hobo or something, Stan thought, his coat was old and tattered, and definetly didnt fit him. It was like a childs. The most eye-catching of all was his bright red hair, a real offset to his practically white face and skin.

Stan ducked his head as he came close, not really wanting to be noticed by this weirdo.

"Hello Stan." The boy said as he passed.

Stan stopped dead in his tracks. He had never seen this kid before, he knew that, and yet he knew his name. Stan turned around, but when he did, he was gone. must have passed a corner or something he thought, then continued on his way.

It was only when he actually reached the intersection of main street, and saw the the Wal-Mart across the street was he struck with a horrifying thought. He stopped fully the whispered, "Kyle?"

Then he turned around and screamed "KYLE?!!!!"