[Voice]
[There are two voices talking. One is Harry, and the other...well, is also Harry, but Harry after thirty more years and far too many cigarettes and hard drinks and far too little restful nights]
The minutes ticked by on the clock like so many lost chances, each one only staying around long enough for me to realize what could have been, before it ( Read more... )
The minutes ticked by on the clock like so many lost chances, each one only staying around long enough for me to realize what could have been, before it ( Read more... )
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She was the sort of dame a man fell in love with and took home to momma. Only I didn't have a momma, just a empty shell of broken dreams. Still, she broke the rain with her smile and made flowers bloom where she walked. Every mook should know a gal like her, maybe this world wouldn't be such a crazy messed up place
...It does that a lot.
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Was she the sort of princess one could fall in love with? She remembered that one winter's night, when she met a young boy beside the Common Room's fire. She sat beside him and offered the boy words of kindness, for his head was bowed in sadness. At first, lost in a misery of his own making, the boy tried to refuse her care and turn the young princess away. But she was not deceived by his protests, for she knew that the boy was truly a good person within his heart. And as they fell into conversation, the bitter cold began to slowly melt away...
...Oh gosh. I'm sorry. It likes to ... go off on tangents...
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They may make a man's lungs burn and his voice sound like crushed gravel under the tire of life, but a man has to hold what joy he can in this crazy world we live in
Yeah, I'm sure the tobacco industry would love to quote you on that!
Oh, sorry Kairi, what was that?
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She could not help but be concerned, for the princess could never ignore someone in need. Her heart was meant to be shared, and she could not deny that part of her, though suddenly, she had reason to try.
...Nothing.
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Okay, if you're sure. [Concerned Harry is concerned]
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She tried to reason with the ghost, but she would not be heard. The ghost was too tired, too battered, too lost in a world of ugliness to accept the beauty the princess offered. She could not help but worry that the Ghost represented some small part of her beloved's soul; was this what he thought when he gazed at her?
... ['Beloved?' Seriously, Mr Voice?] D'you think if we left the castle it might go away?
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It was on that night the young princess sought to renew her acquaintance with the young boy. They had not long been separated, but her heart beat unsteady at the thought of--
Oh no, no, you go back to being quiet!
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Okay, sorry, I'm back. What did you say?
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