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DAMON
THERE WAS LIMITED TIME for Damon to formulate the score to his death. As he clung on for dear life, he knew that this was not the way he ever intended to go out. The score would either have to be subtle, slow with a soft piano melody, or an overly dramatic 37 piece sting and trumpet assemble as he died...even though in twenty-years time it would be replaced with Whatcha say? Instead.
Had he achieved enough in his eighteen years to make the headlines? Sure he had his spelling test medal (second thanks to that stupid word dodecahedron) and had contributed to school plays. But was it enough for his death to be described as a 'tradegy' Would they print things like 'He had so much to offer the world?' and 'His death is a huge loss not just to society, but mankind'? He sighed. Probably not, fuck, why hadn't he donated his liver to a dying child or raised millions for blind, orphaned puppies in Peru?
"Albarn get the fuck down you skinny tosser!" Mr Morrison, the PE teacher, aka Satan in a tracksuit shouted at him. If this debacle could just end swiftly and quietly, he would totally reconsider his atheism.
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