Heh. Today the 8th graders visited our school. We set a few on fire and detonated some bombs. It was exciting. But anyway, my day wasn't too bad. I've been craving to hear Zo's voice, but what can you do, eh? So, I've been thinking about almost nothing and can't seem to think of what to type.
I'll write again some other time.
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Softly, now..
When I was a little boy, I dreamed of a star.
The sun and the moon.
The sky and the water.
Tomorrow is a bleeding memory in a collapsing boat we'll never rise from.
The sun and the moon.
The sky and the water.
Tomorrow is a bleeding memory in a collapsing boat we'll never rise from.