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| metrotimes, bars, rent, humour, floyd anderson (ii), rock/pop, community, poems, how i met your mother television show, requiem for a dream, church, slovenia, actors, m, puff, jack straw., concerts, insult, savage love, bill hanrahan, sales, review, commentary, | He walks to the bedside. To his left is an end table. Cards, flowers and a glass of water decorate it. To the right and past the bed is a window. Looking out, tattoo yet seeing nothing, he decides that now is the time. "Wake up," he whispers. No response. "Wake up," tattoo he says again, this time a little louder. No response. A third time, "WAKE UP," this time emphatically. The old man rouses, confused. Opening his eyes, he looks around. He sees nothing, as he is blind and tattoo has been for awhile. He brings his hands up to try to feel for his visitor. Finally they come to rest on the man. He moves them up to his face. A look of recognition replaces confusion. He knows this face. "Wh-- what, what do you want?" he asks. The man, saying nothing, takes the knife from his waist. Running the blade along the old man's arm he speaks. |
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| and photographs. He stops, here are the lifts. Deciding against them, m he begins to climb the stairs. One, two, three, four, five... he counts, all the way up to twenty, where he arrives at m his destination, the second floor. He steps out of the stairwell and, turning to his right, spots the room at the end of the hall. He walks to it. === "Father, how do you have mother's heart?" m "Doesn't she need it to live?" "Yes son, she *needed* it to live, but has no use for it now," says his father, rather smugly. Confused, the boy says " Well, where is she?" "When's she coming back?" "Mother isn't coming back. She broke our hearts son and I had to take her's away." === Arriving in front of room thirty-six, he pauses and puts his ear to the door. No sound emanates from within, so he puts his hand on the knob. Cold. Turning it he is careful to make no sound. He pushes the door open and stepping inside, glances to his left. Someone is sleeping in the bed, quietly, peacefully. |
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