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(I'm back! How's the baby mama and daddy? )
(true )
Bump! This is amazing!
"Again, not surprised." I sigh, leaning against the wall. "The banquet was a disaster." I mutter, holding back tears
"You're probably an atheist." I guess (am I right? )
"You haven't glared at me except when you met me." I remind him. "And what religion is this exactly?"
(scratch that ) "Why are you glaring at me...?" I ask
"Don't you remember writing the letter?" I ask curiously
"I never sent you a letter." I say, finding the strength to arch an eyebrow
"You told me to meet you in the forest." I say blankly
"Wait..." I call, weakly grabbing his hand. "What was that letter about?" I ask
"That sounds inappropriate mother... you're never like that." I muse, opening my eyes. "Oh, I'm not as surprised now." I snort
"Mother...?" I ask, still out of it, reaching up and feeling his face. "You feel like a man, mother." I say surprisedly ()
(Saved! By a REAL hero -cough, Sal ) I barely can open my eyes, cringing at my sudden change in altitude. "W-who's there...?" I cough
(Sal went gangsta on the king ... DAMN!)
(what a predicament. alida shall allow Faith to die )
I cough up a small amount of blood, crying out in pain. (even more drama!)
(I'll be stopping this stare down for you ) I smile at the audience, relieved, and turn more to curtsy. I, being nervous already, faint, falling...
I crescendo (musical term) and as the music comes to a halt, I sing a a cappella(dunno how to spell it ), my voice ringing high in pitch, and...
(Sal isn't crying at my "vondervul" voice )