She always wore a turtle neck , hiding something she never wanted anyone to see.
He always wore biker gloves , trying to make a better hit whenever he wanted to cause pain.
They both wore hats.
She wore a schoolboy.
He wore a chullo.
They always were smiling , grinning , and smirking if any of those make any difference.
The weird thing they would do is stare at people and just smirk , it was creepy.
I once caught them doing that to me.
They were different , they were strange , out of place.
But the world is an imperfect place.
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The Death of Them
Short Story"Screws fall out all the time. The world is an imperfect place." John Bender --- [©] all things were created by my stupid mind other than the quotes from Zak & John
