Chapter thirty eight
Poetic Dust Meteor POV
Memories are vague. But that's not important, look at thaty worm starting a fire. A most grievious fire..
But not a grievous as that Doctor Who;s guys fire that's even MORE grievous. As grievious as the solemn pond over there. Right next to the place where GHarfield is tending carefully to his painfull looking wounds. How grievious!
This was been going on for so long... they all look very tired at this point.
SLEEP IS IMPORTANT, MAKE SURE TO SELF CARE, AND ALL THAT JAZZ. yes, even as a meteor I know this to be true, I do indeed. For i am imprisoned in eternal sleep
Evan: wow that was so poetic
Friend: * jazz hands *
Evan: Ok, there's no need to ne THAT proud of yourself.
Friend: :D
Evan, See you all in the next xhapter!!!
Friend: * wave wave *
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