What a Laugh

Black and white, dark and light, they say their different, they say one must be over come. All things black and dark are evil, while white and light are good. Anything and everything are divided to be good or evil…there is no such thing.

"So Kara, I'll meet you at Heathrow in London," a teenage girl said into a phone in a mostly empty room.

"Wynn, are you sure?" Kara asked over the phone.

"Of course I'm sure," Wynn answered, "My family will be much happier with me gone," she continued, "I'm going to meet with my old master before leaving," she said leaning on a wall.

"Okay," Kara said, "meet you there,'

"Meet you there," Wynn hung up the phone, 'Might as well go now,' Wynn though walking out of the room.

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