02-25-2008, 02:15 AM
Clyde grinned, "I wouldn't have it any other way." He pointed to yet another girl [this one was all over the place, screaming and yelling at the nearby foliage] "Who's that?" He felt like he should have asked her for the paper back, because one: he didn't get a letter, and two: he was curious as to what was on it. Clyde wished there was some higher being- a person who could tell him where to go and what to do, or a motive of some kind. It seemed like this group of people were specifically picked for no reason at all.
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