02-25-2008, 04:21 AM
"Wait. Who's he?" Clyde asked, puzzled, "Also, none of us have anything in common." There was the musician, the quiet guy, the really clumsy girl, and then him- the city rat. The one who couldn't get a job, the failure. Out of the whole group, it really looked like he was the odd one out. He crushed that train of thought immediately, because if he let it run anymore, and he'd have to go back to the mental institution. "Uh yep, good 'ol Clyde doesn't have a letter."
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