He screamed for all he had lost...screamed for the half male he was...screamed for Jane...screamed for who his parents were and what he wished for his sister...screamed for what he had forced his best friend to do...He screamed, and screamed until there was no breath, no consciousness, no nothing. No past or present. Not even himself anymore. And in the midst of the chaos, in the strangest way, he became free.
J.R. WardMan, you cannot be real," the human said softly. "Why not?" "You just can't." She laughed a little. "Well, I am." He cleared his throat again. Offered her a lopsided grin. "Mind if I ask you to prove it?" "How?" "Can I touch your hair?
J.R. WardNo Last Meal for you guys, either. Guess we have that in common.โ Someone bust out the pom-poms and cheer for the team. Yay.
J.R. WardIt was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set. As Lassiter crouched beside the Brotherโs pretzel of a body, he was feeling a little nauseous himself, and he took a moment to cup what hung between his legsโjust to reassure the boys downstairs that however much of an iconoclast he was, some things were sacred.
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