“I have sailed the world, beheld it´s wonders
From the Dardanelles
To the mountains of Peru
But there´s no place like New York…”
“No, there´s no place like New York…”
“Mr. Sylar?”
“You´re young, Micah… Life has been kind to you”
“Well, actually… Hum, you really don´t want to hear about my mom”
“I doubt it´s as tragic as the story I have to tell”
“I´m sure
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"...He put curare on his Chai” <-- That sucks, XD. Poor boy.
Wonderful! Just a bit of constructive criticism, you should spread out the paragraphs a bit more, gets a bit hard to read. Put spaces between paragraphs, it'd make it easier ^^
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Yeah, poor Mohinder. XD Should have used regular pure poison, but I couldn´t resist. I pratically ship chai/curare.
Thanks so much for the advice!
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I look forward to the next chapter, and great job with the lyrics by the way! ^_^
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