❝ Coming from you that's ironic, Mr. Shameless. ❞
❝ When you have a wang as big as mine, you're allowed to be. ❞
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"... It's gonna take a lot to take me away from you..." sounded from the earphones pressed firmly against Selene's ears, her Sony Walkman tucked safely inside her skirt pocket as she peddled her bike. "There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do..." she sung softly under her breath, humming along to music of Toto.
Turning carefully onto her street, Selene noticed two police cars and an ambulance parked crookedly around Mr. Marlow's front lawn.
Selene, stopped her bike, watching her neighbors crowd around the blaring sirens. Sliding her headphones down her neck, she pushed her bike onto its kickstand, before heading towards the sounds of gossiping whispers.
"I bless the rains down in Africa... gonna take some time to do the things we never had--" Selene pressed paused on her Walkman, heading towards the commotion. She craned her head upward, ears trained for any news of Mr. Marlowe.
Selene's ears immediately perked up when the nearest couple beside her mentioned him, "The grumpy old bastard finally passed away. Thank God. Maybe, we can finally tear down this piece of shit he called a home--"
"Be quiet, Warren! While, I do agree that Mr. Marlowe was a very difficult individual to get along with, that doesn't mean he deserved to die alone..." the female beside him, chided lightly. The man, Selene, had assume was named Warren, moved to say something, but the young teen thought it was best to finally get some questions answered.
"Excuse me..." she politely interrupted, "Do you two know what happened here? Why is everyone crowding around Mr. Marlowe's house?"
Warrens raised his brow at his wife, before turning to Selene, "You didn't hear, kid? Mr. Marlowe passed away this morning. Something about a heart attack, got him while he was sitting in his lawn chair." he shrugged carelessly, "If you ask me, I say good riddance--"
"Warren!" his wife hissed.
"What? Oh spare me, Diane, don't act like such a martyr. He was an awful person! Nobody will miss him. Besides, he got some sort of sick thrill terrifying the whole neighborhood and karma was what bit him in the ass."
Selene left the arguing couple, not wanting to be caught in the midst of it. She stood glued to her spot, eyes resting an the exact same spot Mr. Marlowe would set his lawn chair as he harassed passerbys.
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