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Writers note: So this story seems like it is taking forever,and yes I know it isn't as interesting yet,but please stick with me,because it is going to get very good,very soon,I promise,thank you so much for reading. xx :)


It's dark,we sit on a wooden table,it's broken and has drawings everywhere on it,it kinda smells like mold,but I don't really mind.I stare up at the night sky,I look at the stars,they make me feel a bit of happiness,but then the dark monster in the pit of my stomach gobbles that feeling up and then leaves me with nothing.Phil lays back on the table,his big blue eyes twinkle,he most definitely does not look like the type of person who wants to stand in the middle of a highway and jump in front of a car the very chance he gets to.


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