Interlude

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just a little short

For as long as Palette remembered, he'd felt as if he was missing something. In the middle of something he's turn to say something, but there was no one ever there.

He thought on this often, wondering 'who' he kept trying to converse with.

These moments of deja vu were always there, jokes he started that he knew this being would know the answer.

The skeleton looked out the bedroom of his window, wondering why he felt tears at the edge oh his eye sockets.

Why his days felts so empty, as if something had been ripped away a part of his very soul.

He clutched the colorful cat plushy from his bed.

Why...

Why couldn't he remember.

What was missing???

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