Chapter 17: Sweet, sweet misery.
"I gotta go...' I said, hanging my head, and Gerard nodded
"Ya know I gotta walk you home now, right?" he said, and I nodded
"Pfft, don't make it sound like such a chore, man." I reply, and he ruffles my hair
"So, " I asked while we were walking
"What does one do for 100 fucking years?"
he shrugged, "I've been around, y
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