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[oom: Holby, Whitetext abounds. Redtext pops in for a bit. Lyrics from Elton John's The last song]
He tried to let all the emotion out where nobody could see. He tried to walk into the bar as if nothing was wrong.
"Weak, stupid."
He tried to drink a cup of tea but his hand was shaking so much he spilt it all.
"Get out! GET OUT!"
There's a Guppy in the bar, sitting curled in a little ball on the floor with his head on his knees, tucked slightly behind one of the booths. Trying to get a grip of himself, but he can't.
Broken. Breaking.
He tried to let all the emotion out where nobody could see. He tried to walk into the bar as if nothing was wrong.
"Weak, stupid."
He tried to drink a cup of tea but his hand was shaking so much he spilt it all.
"Get out! GET OUT!"
There's a Guppy in the bar, sitting curled in a little ball on the floor with his head on his knees, tucked slightly behind one of the booths. Trying to get a grip of himself, but he can't.
Broken. Breaking.