I walked over to his table.
'Sorry for the abrupt question.
I'm not used to socializing.'
'It's fine,' he said as he smiled.
'So does that make us friends ?'
He smiled a little more.
-'Francisco 'Fox' Herb , nice to meet you.'
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Starry Nights and Fallen Angels...
PoetryHere lies the charred remains of her sanity, Which she spends to console herself. On starry nights. With no one by her side, The fallen angel sits on her throne, Beside her , stand her courtiers of stone. All alone; So alone, She crowns hersel...
