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one would think...
They walked together, hand in hand, quietly. She kept looking down at the lines running across the sidewalk below her feet, her finger pointing at each crack she stepped on. He looked up at the cloudy night sky.
"Call me morbid, call me pale" he said with a slight tug at her hand in his, "I've spent six years on your trail."
She looked up at him, still caught up in the reverie of left-foot-right-foot.
"Six long years," he continued, "on your trail."
He let go of her hand and turned his gaze on her, "call me morbid, call me pale. I've spent six years on your trail." He reached out for her hand again. "Six full years of my life on your trail."
She stepped back a bit, confused.
With a grimace he moved towards her, "and if you have five seconds to spare then I'll tell you the story of my life."
They walked together, hand in hand, quietly. She kept looking down at the lines running across the sidewalk below her feet, her finger pointing at each crack she stepped on. He looked up at the cloudy night sky.
"Call me morbid, call me pale" he said with a slight tug at her hand in his, "I've spent six years on your trail."
She looked up at him, still caught up in the reverie of left-foot-right-foot.
"Six long years," he continued, "on your trail."
He let go of her hand and turned his gaze on her, "call me morbid, call me pale. I've spent six years on your trail." He reached out for her hand again. "Six full years of my life on your trail."
She stepped back a bit, confused.
With a grimace he moved towards her, "and if you have five seconds to spare then I'll tell you the story of my life."