Interlude

by raince

“You’re not getting any younger, you know,” he said.

“But I don’t want nineteen years to be the oldest I can be,” she said.

“You’re not going to die, you’re just going to taste a little bit of heaven.”

“I don’t think I’m ready for heaven.”

“Then don’t think. You really don’t have to think at all.” He said.

 

 

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