Ƭruitt ℂapehart—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤—
The memories we invent are the most beautifulTruitt slipped his watch on one wrist and fastened a belt through the loops of his pants. He was a bit late, but there wasn't much he could do about that now. He felt bad about not telling his sister, Sera, he was in town yet. He hadn't even called her. He meant to, but his flight had come in so late and he was so jet lagged that the moment he sat on the edge of his bed last night, he fell back and was out like a light. And this morning he accidentally slept in. Besides, he wanted to surprise her at school. He tightened his tie and pulled on his coat. He wouldn't be surprising anybody, though, if he didn't get to class. Now. He tied his shoes and wrapped his red scarf around his neck and left his apartment, heading for the school nearby.
♠They told me
The others want war, and you will want it too
And I grew up in the shadow of feelings
Far too dark, far too somber
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