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“Lucy, how did this happen?” Nick asked me quietly, looking down at the ground. He ran his fingers over his skull, where his once long, beautiful blonde hair was shorn.The windowsill was green. Its ivy-toned paint was chipped in several places, and was beginning to flake. It was old and musty; for sure some termites had gorged theWhen I came into the cafe, he was sitting there as always, at the back table in the corner. Alone. His eyes rested on a small, leather-bound book in his hand, like they alwaysPeople tell me that I feel too much
But I don't careThere was awkward tenseness about the situation as the two of them stared at one another. It was like time had come to a stop, with the strange realization that here they both“What is that, Josh?” asked a middle aged woman who was dressed in her Sunday best. Her eyes were on her eleven-year-old son, who inby nanashiamai 6400 words, 3 comments, on Mar 21 9:36 PM 2006. In Fan fictionI. The Thirteenth Spirit in my Dorm / / The fall of my freshman year of college brought many changes into my life. I speak, as it were, in retrospect, as now many of the conversations have passed, and I am no longer in that time. My disjointed memoby nanashiamai 2800 words, 1 comment, on Apr 20 10:48 PM 20071 - 8 of 8
