one small girl

sweet as a eucalyptus, terrible as a tempest

VI.

22 June 2004

Mictlan debated with himself for a second. Shall I go see what happened to Harriene or shall I stay here and revel in the holiness of the wee hours?

*glow glow. glow. glow glow* went the firefly's behind, seemingly in answer.

"Hey, I never said I was nice," retorted Mictlan.

Of course, if he would just look down (glass!) he would see that Harriene was lying on the floor unconscious; which he did by the way. "God! Maybe she was having dyspnea!" he cried in concern. For underneath that tough-guy, bad-boy facade is a man with a heart of pink.

He wheezed past Gongli and Haze, who appeared to be in a time loop and still doing Deck the Halls, and scrambled down the stairs to where Harriene was and

BLAG!!!

nah,

BOOG!!! (i like boog)

Here is where we lay our scene, two youngish adults, almost side by side, lying on the floor, as dead.

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