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She fell for him when she first saw him singing in the church choir.
He acted like he didn't want to be there when they had the sermon, but
when the members of the choir took their place behind the preacher he
came to and gave it all he had.

that day after the sunday service, she saw him sitting out on the steps
in front of the big doors. he was hunched over with his elbows on his
knees and his chin on his open hands. he was looking toward the sunset
almost resting on the lake. she sat down next to him.

"what are you looking at?" she asked.

"The end of the day." he replied. He stood up and stretched his arms and back,
and then sat back down. "So....." he began "..what are you here for?" he
looked at her with a curious and slightly annoyed face.

"No reason in particular. What are you here for?" she retorted.

He gave a sigh and leaned back to lay on the steps. "I wanted to be by
myself, see a sunset, get ideas that's it." He stopped and looked at her.
"Why?"

"Just curious." She straightened her skirt and looked onto the lake
surface, which gleamed with a total brightness that screamed summer.
"You want an ice pop?" She asked, he looked at her like she was crazy.
And then she ran back into the church and came back with two lemon
flavored blocked of ice on sticks.

in the glove of summer's air they licked the ice blocks until they got
down to the stick center, all the while slowly opening up to each
other.

"Aw man. Just when I start to like the taste, it's gone." He laughed and
tossed the stick and wrapper into the trash can. She laughed at this
sudden display of human emotion.

He playfully pushed her, a smile on his face. It was surprising the
way the light played with his image. The sun hit him in such a way that
the stubble on his face was given a much better looking shade and lit
up his strange light green eyes. And his brown hair fell on his shoulders
like gentle lengths of naturally curlly fluff.

She stared at him for a minute, trying to muster up some courage. "Hey,
do you really hate coming to church like you say?"

"Yeah." he said.

"Then why do you come at all?"

"to tell you the truth, I just come to sing. I really like singing. There's no
where I can sing, really."

"Why don't you join a band?"

"I don't like interacting with people."

"You do that here in church."

"They know I don't like to talk much, so they leave me alone."

She was at a loss for words, this boy was strange. Talking of sunsets and being antisocial.


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Mad monkey fling poo!


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