DANCE WITH GOD.

Pop It Anamanaguchi

See me on your screen,

          “Nah, it doesn’t do anythin’. Just a hole.”

                                              He shrugged, pulling his hair out of his face.

            nuts. ❝ yeah, kinda figured. since yer talkin' to me. ❞

            most people didn't even bother acknowledging her             existence half the time. which used to hurt. a lot.             now it was just something she'd come to accept.

                                    He scratched his head, lifting up the patch that covered it.

            ❝ —— whooooooooa. ❞

           now that was cool.            and it even had TEETH ---- that was super, duper cool.

     what a peculiar question — and this opinion      stems  largely   from   the  fact  that  she  has      never seen this girl before.  it  is,  she thinks,      a  move  teeming  with  rare  audacity.  or,  at      least, something she would never do.

            ❝ ... cuz ... i need some ? ❞

            ❝ mmm ... thass alright, too, i guess.                            th' whole monochrome look's good fer ya. ❞

            she paused, then inquired: