Wednesday, May 10, 2006

She wanted to hear a song; anything I cared to sing for her

There was a time when all this could have worked out. I liked them, any of them I met. They're not so different from us. They like chocolate and they laugh at a good joke, same as anyone else. They dance when they're happy and they cry when they're sad. you know I'm no dancer, but I gave it a fling. Rather embarrassing, I suppose!

She was punished later for talking to me. She had a little son and they took it out on him. They didn't kill him, or anything. Just made him into one of themselves.


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