What, and be as much of a boring fun sponge as you?
[Is she crying? She sounds like she's crying, he thinks, and feels it hit him right in the tenderest parts of his chest. If he wasn't filled with a sense of urgency before, he sure as hell is now. C'mon, where is she, where is she --
He pauses when he reaches the corner of a street with stately mansions and glances around, his pulse pounding in his ears. Which way should he go? He deliberates for half a second, then decides just to try staying put for now. Whichever direction she takes, he should be able to spot her from here if he keeps an eye out.]
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[Is she crying? She sounds like she's crying, he thinks, and feels it hit him right in the tenderest parts of his chest. If he wasn't filled with a sense of urgency before, he sure as hell is now. C'mon, where is she, where is she --
He pauses when he reaches the corner of a street with stately mansions and glances around, his pulse pounding in his ears. Which way should he go? He deliberates for half a second, then decides just to try staying put for now. Whichever direction she takes, he should be able to spot her from here if he keeps an eye out.]