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KISAME
Their are times when I stop and think about life, and where my future is going to end up. I hate it because everything seems so dreary, like there is only a monochrome sadness, but lately I'm starting to see splashes of pink that keep the dreadful feeling of emptiness away. I was shot three times in the back once, it hurt like a bitch. But I think the most painful thing I've ever encountered is when I saw the No care in the world brat looked at me with such an overwhelming sadness that I almost wanted to break down and cry myself. I had wanted to ask her what had happened, or of she would be alright, but like a lot of things, she avoided the subject entirely. O suppose that is why she started off our conversation with:
You know they say worms taste like bacon.
That's good to know, Brat
And did you also know Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people, so you are more likely to outlive me since I'm a lefty.
Well then, If you die first I'll come to your funeral.
Promise?
Huh?
Promise you'll come to my funeral
It's the way she said it that made me worried, but because I don't want to up set the munchkin.
Cross my heart and hope to die