Monday, April 13, 2009


The girl and the boy sat on the concrete steps. She was dressed all in black, her lank hair streaked with crimson,her eyes circled with heavy kohl, her wrist criss-crossed with black rubber bracelets. Her backpack bore an "Emily the Strange" badge. Her companion, plump, in an oversized trench coat, turned towards her with a coy tilt of his head. "Mee-ow," he purred, extending and then curling his fingers in what was clearly intended to be a cat-like manner. His companion did not respond.
"Mee-OW," he purred more loudly.

"Let's go get a soda," she said impatiently, getting to her feet.

"Purrrr-fect," said the boy. She ignored him.

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