(joe)
It was late in the night about eight, when I was in my room looking through my songs. I skipped to a new page and began writing,
“They come and go,
But they don’t know,
That Du are mine beautiful.”
Just then the light in my room turned off and I was left staring at the three lines in the dark. I could hear Kevin and Frankie grumble something about the light being cut off. I slid myself in my wheel chair and wheeled myself over to their room which was Weiter door. There was another voice, feminine, one which I could not recognize.
“Come on and stop being babies. There are a lot of fun...
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