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PREDICTIONS |
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by Raventown74 |
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A series of vignette's about different |
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Vignette
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I still go out at night to feed. It doesn't matter that I feel this shiny new person in my chest. It's just a tie, I think, to this world. If the soul were gone. Leaving this place would be easy. |
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Vignette
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He had brought this on himself, letting the boy talk him into a drinking contest. What had started out as simple mockery, small jabs here and there, had now escalated until the room was filled with the threat of violence. |
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Vignette
Three |
The apartment he shared with his boyfriend was small. If he had to choose the precise word for it, he would call it cozy. Pizza boxes and open beer cans littered the tables. It was the kind of mess that made the house look lived in. When Xander was away, it made him feel as if a part of the boy were still with him. |