“Where´s Thompson?!?!? He said he´d be here by the end of the week!”
“And it´s still Tuesday! Why can´t you relax a bit? Wait! Think of something else for a while! I´ve been thinking about putting some flowers here…”
Maya stopped talking immediately when she peaked through the window.
“Sylar… It´s Peter Petrelli. What´s he doing here?”
“I don´t know…
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Glad you like it! That part was too good to not be adaptated.
And oooops... I´ve just noticed, a "judge" slipped there, where it should be Midas. I copied the lyric while to make it easier... "runs to correct*. Thanks, if you hadn´t quoted that I would never had noticed.
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“Perhaps not. But he at least knows I exist. Different from my family… My father only cares for my older sister, and neither of us had photos exposed around the house, because all space was took by my mom´s dog”. <--XD, the story of Lyle's life!
"..Try a little painter. It had just been out of rehab. So it´s pretty fresh.
“Haven´t you got cheerleader or something like that?”
“Now, you see, the trouble with cheerleader is how do you know it´s deceased. <---LOL! These just made me laugh so friggin' hard...and they're true! Even the 'deceased' part!
Just a few grammar problems:
"...He was the only one who repeated my pies after times got so hard, God bless him”. <--repeated? o.o
"...if you get my trift" <--This should be 'drift', shouldn't it?
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Poor, poor Lyle...
LOL, I know how you feel. I was thinking so hard of what to do with this part, Claire´s autopsy popped into my head, I sang it and started laughing. I was at the bus stop, and people stared. XD
Thanks! Have corrected. =)
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I applaud you for taking on this noble task. :D
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