Holy sh*t. What the hell? I look around and close my eyes, searching within everything for an excessively dark spot or a bright spot. Finding one, I open my eyes and disintegrate.
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I keep Jackie's hand in mine and look around, chills shivering up and down my spine.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. — T.S. Eliot