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The Coming End"Her insides were just amazing almost heavenly."
Those taunting words haunted him all year long and were the reason why everyone had pretty much shut him out. He stayed with them, ate their food, did whatever else they could make him do that wouldn't even have room for him to make a mistake while still trying to subtly avoid him, and then left him completely alone by the end of noon. Since they gave him nothing else to do he ended up having a lot of time to flirt. Sure it looked as if he didn't have a care in the world, but the truth was he missed being scolded for flirting. He missed being kicked and shoved into the tree because he made dates or didn't help her out when she told him to.
As the day continued to bring on more weary exhaustion, Romano found new comfort by heading towards the secret lake behind Spain's mansion. He would stay outside for a long time, never giving a crap about the time, only there to just be there. No one allowed him to do anything anymore or bossed hi
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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