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[boy_fatality]

Spring lingers in the air now, winter fading into the white of memory. I saw the first signs of life springing up from cracks in the sidewalk, and perhaps it is because I've grown so used to it that the city doesn't seem so grim

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[piskiestix]

That's poetic.

[piskiestix]

Why not? Just say fuck off.

[boy_fatality]

Th-that's a terrible thing to say...!

[piskiestix]

Not really.

[boy_fatality]

I just don't think I could talk like that...

[piskiestix]

But you don't want people to treat you like shit.

[boy_fatality]

It's not that, but talking like that would m-make the situation worse...

[piskiestix]

Why?

[boy_fatality]

I just...

Um...

It's just not the way I could talk.

[piskiestix]

That's alright. Not everyone can I guess.

[boy_fatality]

I'm sorry.

[piskiestix]

Don't be sorry.

[boy_fatality]

I-

...

...Er... I'll try.

[piskiestix]

{Suddenly Kaye understands the desire to pick on people like him.]

You got picked on as a kid, didn't you?

[boy_fatality]

[Brb hating life forever.]

...Putting it mildly... yes.

[piskiestix]

Yeah, I can totally see why.