Sunday, February 05, 2012

Thousand: Six Hundred Forty-Eight

farther down the hall? All right. Fine. What can happen? I get eaten by a leprechaun? One of those complaining zombies grabs me and drags me past my boredom threshold? Putting her hands against the wall the girl shuffles forward into the darkness. She begins to hum to herself. Then to sing. “Every time I see you falling, out of the sky, I get down on my knees and pray, I close my eyes, let the choir sing, sing the words that I can’t say, I feel fine and I feel good, it’s like a dream, no end and no

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