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For [http://wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/User:WalterKrenshaw Walter Krenshaw] | For [http://wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/User:WalterKrenshaw Walter Krenshaw] | ||
You may not remember me, but I certainly remember you. I still remember it like it was yesterday. You were standing in the Children's Section of Nation Library, holding a book called "Lord Fancy Pants" by Debbie Pakzaban. It was there, that we locked eyes for the first time. I noticed the strangeness about you. Of course I have to call it strangeness, as what else would you call a grown adult man with no pants on, standing in the children's section of a library!? At least you had a ballgown on. It was horrendous mustard yellow, but you somehow made it work. The goose mask, slightly sitting on the top of your head, a tin crown above it. The clear rain coat had looked slightly bloody, and the green slippers definitely ruined. | You may not remember me, but I certainly remember you. I still remember it like it was yesterday. You were standing in the Children's Section of Nation Library, holding a book called "Lord Fancy Pants" by Debbie Pakzaban. It was there, that we locked eyes for the first time. I noticed the strangeness about you. Of course I have to call it strangeness, as what else would you call a grown adult man with no pants on, standing in the children's section of a library!? At least you had a ballgown on. It was a horrendous mustard yellow, but you somehow made it work. The goose mask, slightly sitting on the top of your head, a tin crown above it. The clear rain coat had looked slightly bloody, and the green slippers definitely ruined. | ||
There was everything wrong about you, but something so right. I could feel it in my bones. They used to say that if you picked on someone, it meant you liked them. I've picked on a lot of people in Malton, but never could I find "the one". That was until I met you. At first, it didn't seem like it was much of a spark there, except for the ones that ignited my pistols. Something about the way you fell, with a thunderous thud to the floor, it just felt different. | |||
Over the years, it was always you, and your death at my hands that just seemed to stand out in my mind. Now, here we are. 7 wonderful years later. Call it Fate. Call it Destiny. Call it whatever you'd like. I'm going with Destiny, as that was the name of the last stripper who gave me a lap dance, but that's neither here nor there. Also, it's not considered cheating, as there was never any commitment to our "relationship", but here we are. Like a finding a needle in a hay stack with a magnet. | |||
My pistols feel drawn to you, and I am alright with that feeling. No matter how much others try to keep us apart ([https://ispy.dxavier.net/1065258730.html I'm looking at you Sassie]), I will always find you! While you may be a strange man without pants, I am clinically insane! It's like a match made in Malton! | |||
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