How did the conversations go?
Awfully poetic, I'd say.
Huh.
[ He's killing him with words wrapped through his ribcage. Very little was said, the weight was too much too handle. First, he couldn't breathe. The air was pushed out of him in one swift motion, but never pushed back in. Then, he heard the cracking. It was loud and included many splinterings, kind of like when he eats crab legs. ]
That's okay. He never fancied crab that much, anyway.
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Paroxysms
Short Story"I'd say that was poetic, but I have no idea what you just said to me." She muttered. "Paroxysms of rage and sadness." He simply repeated. [par-uh k-siz-uh m] (noun) :: any sudden, violent, outburst; a fit of violent action or emotion. She laughed...
