They draw their guns out.

There's a part of me that feels empty, and a part of me that feels... split and indecisive. It's like I'm walking the clothes line again, while holding an umbrella (or something). I really don't know what to make of this.

I (sincerely) hope it's not the case of the greens. Because if it is, all I would ask myself is... why am I letting this go?

It's...
A duel between the masters.
Bold Billy and Taciturn Man.

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I wish I could stop looking at you.
and all the things that you hope to do.
(and this is where it all begins,
where you find yourself a new batch of friends.)



Dude, forget about it!