C. MacNeal woke up to the news that Cloteal Horne had died. That ethereal beauty, that quivering soulful voice that had turned a generation of boys into men, that limitless talent that was so precious we each of us should have been shocked that it had not been taken away sooner. She was too perfect for this world. She was an
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I don't get to read much good writing these days ;) *poke* more!
how is boston?? :D
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Boston's good.
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