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Ballad of a Thin Man, Chapter3 Chapter 3Ballad of a Thin Man, Chapter3 by ~Quote-Unquote
Morning had come again, and it was about time she had left the hermit to go back to daily life. A little sad that he still wasn't living, she was about to walk out the door, only to be taken by the hand by Zimmerman to an unmarked grave, or at least, it looked unmarked. She ran her hand over the marker, revealing a name after the dust cleared. It was Jaden's grave. She didn't want to look at it anymore, instead, she had placed both journals, the one from the orphanage and the one he kept in his later days, ontop of of the where he would be buried. Zimmerman just looked down at the ground, as if it was some memorial service. The
Ballad of a Thin Man, Chapter2 Chapter 2Ballad of a Thin Man, Chapter2 by ~Quote-Unquote
Ikaharu woke up the next morning with a bad headache. It was one of the worst nights she had ever slept in recent memory. Zimmerman was already up, cooking some fish oven an open fire. She knew because she could smell it from the room. Rolling out of the bed, Ikaharu hit her foot on a chest. She turned around to see if the crafty older man was behind her. When she saw that he wasn't, she opened up the chest and began to look through it. From what Ikaharu could see, it was filled with stuff she could remember ever so slightly from the orphanage, stuff she had used to play with. There was her old yo-yo, some marbles, and a pack of
Ballad of a Thin Man, Chapter1 Chapter 1Ballad of a Thin Man, Chapter1 by ~Quote-Unquote
It was a hot summer day in the month of July, typical weather in Sumatra. Ikaharu was trudging through some sandy plains, carrying the journal that was now three years old and a picture of Jaden, which was equally as dated. She had asked around the town if anyone had seen him, but they all pointed towards the hermit who lived in a cave far away. After about fifteen minutes of walking, she had reached the cave. Balling her hand up into a fist, she knocked her hand up against the cave, which had, through years of erosion, turned out to look like a small cottage. A man with a full beard and tanned skin walked over to the door, open
Agony 
Sta.sh
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You can't make your mind tell your heart something different regardless of how hard you try.
RAWR ._.
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Gomen Naisai
XD sup kal/remy/zelm/flint/ i dont recall any other nicknames
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Gomen Naisai