"I'm going to be dead before you get around to planning a date". The talking device in her hand felt like a childish toy. "It's ridiculous, having to use this silly thing". "You've been pulling on my heart strings for what seems like ten lifetimes. Was this what you wanted an anti-climatic affair"? Cobwebs in the ballroom and a tattered faded streamer. Attached to the rafter higher than a kite string. "Must have been some party, through two centuries. Aren't you supposed to be the fun brother?" He put his cloven hoof next to the pillar and scratched at the marble. Scuffing at the accumulated soot.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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