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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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his plan, part i
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one
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"good morning mr. johnson."
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"morning mike. is he in there?"
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"yes sir, just catching up on some work."
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"mind if i see him?"
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"not at all sir, go in."
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i opened up the door and walked in to the oval room. one thing i miss
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most in the world today is a flare for artistic architecture. most
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things in this day and age are built for efficiency. this room appeared
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more pleasing to my eyes than what i was used to seeing around here. the
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man behind the desk startled as i walked in.
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"andrew, this is unexpected. make it quick i have a flight to catch." he
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was looking over some papers and drinking from his favorite coffee mug.
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"john, i need to talk to you for a minute." he knew by the sound in my
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voice that whatever i had to say was serious.
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"of course." he took his eyes off the document, leaned back in his chair
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and looked directly into my eyes. i like this one more than most. i just
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hope he would listen more than the rest of them do. "what is it andrew,
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something bothering you?"
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"i need for you to stay here, do not go on this trip." i stared directly
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into his eyes.
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"what is it, is something wrong?" it was good that he was showing some
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concern.
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"no, nothing like that. i just have a bad feeling about this trip. i
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really think it would be best if you stay here."
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"come on, don't be so paranoid. what could happen to me? the people love
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me, nothing bad will happen. just put that thought into the back of your
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mind and don't worry about it." he had a certain conviction in his voice.
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hell, i knew what was going on and i was almost fooled into forgetting the
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whole mess.
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"this isn't just another one of my paranoid hunches. i really feel like
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your life is in danger this time. i really need for you to stay here." i
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was trying to mimic his style of conviction. after all this time it is
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still hard for me to get through to these people, though it was so much
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more easy in the past. we were allowed some leniency with our
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persuasion techniques.
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"who would want to kill me?"
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"you need to ask yourself that question. there are people all around just
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waiting for the opportunity." he slammed his coffee onto his desk and
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stood up.
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"look andrew, i cannot run from anyone." he began to walk towards me,
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"if the people of this country think that i am too scared to leave my
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house than my career is over. do you understand that? i have a job to
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do and i can not let the threat of communists get to me. when i chose
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this job i knew it came with certain risks and i am willing to deal with
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them head on." he was born a true leader. he didn't always let it show,
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but it is always there.
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"but--"
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"--nothing. now this conversation is over. i do appreciate your concern
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for my well being, but i will be all right. just do me the favor of not
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telling my wife about this," he placed his hand on my shoulder, "you know
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how upset she will get."
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"yes sir."
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"and don't call me sir, we're friends andrew." his strong forceful voice
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turned into a soft pillow.
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"yes, of course john. look, just be careful." i patted him on the back and
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began walking towards the door.
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"will do... and besides," he yelled to me just as i reached for the door.
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"i have to go, someone is expecting me there." he smiled and gave me a
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wink, "if you know what i mean." i found him truly intriguing as i laughed
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on the inside. it is too bad i couldn't just make him stay. freewill is a
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bitch.
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"well, good day." and with that i left the room, and the body suit.
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two
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"there you are!" she yelled out on the street.
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"hello there beautiful. is everything ready?" he said in a demonic
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monotone voice.
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"they sure are, better than i had planned." she giggled like a schoolgirl.
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"so oswald is going to do it?" a smile crept up on his face.
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"he would kill the pope for me."
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"now that's not a bad idea."
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"don't even think about it. besides, we have bigger plans now." she began
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straightening his shirt. "what's wrong, you look distracted?"
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"do you see that man over there?" he looked across the street at a man
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sitting at a bus stop.
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"yeah, what about him?"
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"he has been sitting there for the last hour."
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"who cares, maybe he's lonely."
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"i don't know, there is something strange about him. like i know him.
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from somewhere."
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"you worry to much, don't think about it. let's concentrate on our next
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great achievement for mankind."
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"actually, forget about that now."
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"what do you mean?" a look a surprise came over her. "we have been planning
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on this for fifty years. do you realize how much grooming i put into this?"
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"i know, but something bigger just came up." they began walking.
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"something bigger? what could be bigger that i haven't heard about?"
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doubt grew like steams from her voice.
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"the almighty just called for a secret meeting with michael and gabriel."
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"secret?" her doubt turned to interest.
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"yes, and it may turn out to be the perfect opportunity to do what we have
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always wanted to. to get the one thing he treasures more than these
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worthless humans."
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"you don't mean," her eyes became an ocean of anticipation as a look of
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disbelief and excitement rushed over her face, "his plan?" she stopped
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dead in her tracks.
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"yes." he began laughing a deep mechanical thunder. "let's go, we have work
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to do. the end is near."
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three
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"hello gabriel."
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"it's been a long time michael. it's good to be back here." he sniffed the
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air around him with a deep passion as his senses made love to the
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environment. "i feel so stuffy spending time there with all those humans."
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"we all know the feeling." he had a face with the look of deep mourning.
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"sometimes i wonder why we bother."
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"we don't question his word." he became a weapon of faith.
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"i wasn't questioning his word. i am just wondering what it is all about.
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all of this must have some purpose."
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"does it? isn't that how lucifer got started?" concern grew in michael as
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he stared at his friend.
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"don't you worry about me. my faith is as strong as it has ever been. i am
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just now, after all this time, beginning to understand what those humans
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have." he carried such a sad disposition around himself.
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"what's that?"
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"knowledge, freedom, the ability to see past all of this. they have all of
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these attributes and all they can do is fight amongst themselves. so many
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hypocrites, so many non-believers, so many people who have just stopped
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looking up and wondering what is really going on. they are starting to
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give up on him. it is not that they don't want to believe, it is that they
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can't. it makes me so sad to watch them wither away while i sit here
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and wish that i could have had it so good."
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"you will."
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"what do you mean?" shock and hope raced through his body as he stared
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hard into michael's face.
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"he wants to see you. i am here to bring you to him."
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"why?" humility ran through his veins.
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"gabriel, he wants to speak with you." a look of such longing passion filled
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gabriel's being.
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"it has been so long. i forget what it is like to be in his light." if he
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could cry, he would have birthed a new river upon the very ground he stood.
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"come, we away to naon."
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four
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they stood at the front doors of naon. michael stood proud, with a look
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of void emotion across his face. gabriel stood in humility, he very being
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kneeling as he stood.
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"holy holy holy is the lord of hosts." the seraphim angels horned
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with their voices as michael and gabriel approached. they entered the throne
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room and kneeled with all the humility of existence before him.
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they began speaking at the same time. "woe is me! for i am unworthy.
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i am an angel of unclean senses, and i dwell in the place of people with
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unclean souls." they kept their heads faced towards the ground, and their
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eyes clenched shut as he began to speak.
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"yes my lord." gabriel spoke as michael remained silent.
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"my lord, i do not understand."
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"my lord, lilith?"
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"yes my lord, i understand."
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"human my lord?"
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"yes my lord."
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"my lord, i will follow your instruction as humbly as i can. i will not
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fail you." michael and gabriel stood up and began walking in reverse
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while keeping their eyes closed and their heads fixed to the marble floor.
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"holy holy holy is the lord of hosts." the doors closed as michael and
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gabriel humbly departed. as they walked their separate ways they
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both stopped for a moment and turned towards each other.
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"i'll see you in 26 years gabriel." michael somehow kept that void
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expression on his face.
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"if i could only feel so happy. for at last, the final stages are upon us."
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gabriel walked towards the gates of heaven with a newfound proud sensibility
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about him.
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five
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"ashes to ashes, dust to dust." little gabriel watched as the two coffins
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laid on the ground with an utter lifeless void. the only thing he could think
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is why any god would kill his parents while he was at such a young age. he
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only felt anger for the world as he listened to the sadness of the other
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people around him. he wondered how they could cry at a time like this, how
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they could feel anything other than hate.
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"i understand you'll be taking care of gabriel." the priest spoke with his
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uncle and aunt as gabriel walked deep into the cemetery.
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"i am sorry about this gabe." a voice spoke from beyond a tombstone.
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"loui!" gabriel's voice lightened with joy.
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"how are you feeling gabe?" he spoke with a deeply concerned voice.
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"i don't know."
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"you're mad aren't you?"
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"i guess so. i just don't understand." his head turned towards the ground
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as he kicked the tombstone loui was now sitting on.
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"you don't understand why any god would take your parents from you?"
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"yeah, i guess so."
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"listen to me now gabe. what i need to tell you is very important." little
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gabriel looked up into his eyes. "poor gabriel, so much is revolving
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around you. you have the entire weight of the universe sitting on your
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shoulders and you don't even realize it yet." he let the silence of the
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wind speak for him. "one day i will need to call upon you. i hope that i
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can count on you during this time."
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"i'll do anything for you, loui. you're the only one who cares about me."
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gabriel grabbed on to his legs and began hugging the life out of them.
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"now now gabe. don't get too attached, i need to leave soon. i just wanted
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to say goodbye. i won't need to call on you until much later in your life,
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a long time from now."
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"why do you have to go? you're my only friend, i don't want you to leave."
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he began to let go of his first tears of the day.
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"i can't explain to you why i have to leave, this is something you will
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only understand with time." he looked at gabriel's sad face. "i will always
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be with you though."
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"what do you mean?" he sniffled as he spoke.
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"do you see that up there?"
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"the moon?" the sniffles began to fade as his confusion set it.
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"yes, the moon. i want you to know that i will always be watching over
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you from there. whenever you need someone to talk to, or something to make you
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feel better, just look up and think about me." he smiled as he stood up.
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"thanks loui, i'll never forget you." he hugged him one last time.
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"i know gabe, i know." with those last words they stood back from each
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other and loui vanished before his eyes.
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"there you are gabriel. are you ready to leave?" gabriel looked at his
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uncle and the saw the future that awaited him.
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"yeah, i'm ready to go." he looked up at the moon smiled, wiping the
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tears off his face.
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the end . rage-303
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