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“I’m fine. Just cramps.” Is all I can say. He was going to fast on the bike. At least right now. We stop on the ferry and I don’t want to move. “He’s sick?”

“He’s a loser is what he is, when it comes to, you know… Whatever the hell it is, blood and shit,” Gill pulls his hood up, cold rain and water splashing everywhere. A rocky ride.

“He’s not a loser.” I sighed. The rain was freezing and I hope we get to where we are going quick because the bumpy ride made my cramps worsen

“Strong words there, real strong,” Gill whistles, “my brother says like, you, like, I don’t know, drink Eddie’s blood or some shit too, yeah?”

“I did, but I didn’t mean to to it. It just happened.”

“Yeah, yeah and now the mystery of life, bitch is dying or something over yours.”

They’re on the other side and get on Gill’s bike again.

(Source: its-star-betch)



Posted on Saturday, 26 November 2011.
Originally from its-star-betch, Reblogged from its-star-betch
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