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AtticusI still remember the day that they came. I was alone, lying in the grass in my backyard. I was watching the stars, just waiting for one of them to come and take me away from my life. If you knew anything about my life, you would wish I was gone, too. My parents hated me, my best friend had abandoned me, and the girl of my dreams refused to acknowledge my existence. Lost in my own thoughts, I continued to gaze up at the sky. I smiled as I saw a shooting star, or at least what I thought was a shooting star. I watched as it steadily grew larger and larger, until it was a huge ball of flames, not disintegrating and fading like a normal star would. I pulled myself up onto my elbows and watched the flame-ball grow closer and larger, until the whole sky was filled with the sounds of whooshing and rumbling. As the now ginormous ball of fire soared closer, it was now obvious that it was a ship. A huge, burning, U.F.O., soaring though the sky, falling closer and closer to the ground. I rapidly c
On preparing to never let goWalking slowly down the hall, arms filled with the day's mail, we spoke of morbid things.
She wants to be reduced to ash and I want to know if I can keep her on my mantle.
She looks at me sideways with a curious face and forgets her footsteps.
It's a little bit morbid, she tells me, deciding it's time to continue shuffling along,
but I think the way I'm trying to picture her perfect urn is probably worse.
There's nothing that I can think of that suits her, though,
and I wonder if I even know her.
Do I scatter you somewhere? You can't visit scatter.
(I think good daughters plant guilt in the carpet pile to trip upon.)
But she doesn't trip, instead she ruminates on how appalling it'd be to divide her in fourths:
she laughs as she's divvying up her body parts for our mantles.
I tell her we'll set up a custody schedule, but only between my closest sister and me;
we're the ones that take care of her. But in reality, I'm not planning on sharing.
She tells me she wants to be in the n
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