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middle of NowhereAs he wandered through mud and grease, Dave began to wonder why he was following this girl. A part of him wanted to say it was because he felt a deep, primal connection to her, that their bond stemmed fromm an unconcious desire to be together, as remaining members of a species which, honestly, was fucked. We're all in this together, excetera. Or it could just be because he had nothing better to do, nowhere to go, and no idea how to get out of this place he was now in. And that wasn't just the junkyard either.middle of Nowhere
He'd quit his job that morning. Just stood up and brushed the biscuit crumbs from his suit. Taking a swig of cold tea and
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the end of the worldDave was not an interesting man. He wasn't what you'd call boring, but he wasn't exactly... fascinating. He wasn't tough or scary, he didn't drive fast cars or attract the women, he just lived his life, day in, day out. It was his style, and his profession: not lawyer or banker or chef. He wasn't any of those- he was a barman. A cheerful, polite, blandly-forgettable barman. He was also a husband, but he wasn't a father. What he was, however, was cold. And wet. And annoyed.the end of the world
As he picked his way through the debris of a hundred former lives, hoping to avoid tetanus and other ghastly things one could catch from any number of things d
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we meet againThe ghost turned to her and his smile was warm and loving. It was him. He was wearing the same old brown coat as before, but his jumper was red. She noted, in the silence between beeps and ticks, that he no longer wheezed, and his cough had cleared. In fact, she could see his eyes were clear, and he looked to have regained a little youth since last they met. It seemed strange to see him standing, but she supposed he'd had enough of benched for his lifetime. He walked forward, and his shoes squeaked.we meet again
Squeezing tight her eyes, she hoped she was dreaming. He shouldn't be here, he had better places to be. She had aged: he couldn't se
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the old man and the nunHe sighed and sank down upon the bench, it's wooden slats creaking with an age not much younger than his own, and with a burden of more than physical weight. That creak said: I have seen and heard more sorrow than any human soul alone. The mans sigh said: I have felt more sorrow than all this world, perhaps.the old man and the nun
When she first saw him, she knew him to be grieving. It was her way to take a seat beside the lost, and offer what comfort she could. She introduced herself, and the soft grumbled reply gave little of a name, but that was not important. They sat there in silence a moment, gazing at the rows before them.
"I'm marr
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