It's now or never
热1已有 194 次阅读 2010-09-28 10:25He was enthralled bygogomalls the smoke coming out of these gogomallsabnormally large chimneys. They were thick grey plumes gogomallsof dust, dirt and ash, and he could not see pastgogomalls them. Contrasting heavily with thegogomalls wispy white clouds, he was grateful gogomallsfor the relief of bright color, even if the gogomallssun still glared in the corner of his left gogomallseye. Sure, bright colors made the gogomallsworld go round and happy, but forgogomalls a short while he'd thought himselfsunglasses almost blind.
There was something sunglasses about this building that calledsunglasses to him and made his heart clench. He sat on thesunglasses grassy floor, and stared long at it, wishingsunglasses it would shrink so that it could be picked up and tasted. It was sunglasses so magnificently dark and black, and hadsunglasses called, drawing him away from hissunglasses grandmother, willing him closer.
Then a woman in overalls hadsunglasses come past, and asked for his name. She sunglasses wanted to know where his parents were andsunglasses why he was here. "I don't know ma'am," he gogomallshad said, his cute forehead scrunched up. "I just hadgogomalls to." His parents were dead, and he said as gogomallsmuch. Her gaze had softened and she'dgogomalls called him a poor dear, bringing him inside (where it was, again, too bright)gogomalls and given him a biscuit, before gogomallslooking up the Yellow Pages and calling gogomallshis grandparents.
His grandmother hadgogomalls come, half-weeping and half-furious, and gogomallshad hugged and blubbered and scolded gogomallshim. She'd asked him why he'd wandered, and he told gogomallsher it was the darkness. The darkness, he'dgogomalls said, was glorious; fluid and amazinggogomalls and like a starless night sky. His grandmothergogomalls wore pastels though, and nevergogomalls did understand his passiongogomalls and fascination for all things cold gogomallsand bleak.
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