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Chapter 35 – Small but sad trip to Eccentric Avenue     “No way!” Sophia exclaimed with amazement.     “All the way, girl!” Cassia answered back with a smile while she helped Butler to adjust some mechanisms on the piano stored down in the parlor. “This piano will drive us faaaar across Downtown to Eccentric Avenue.”     “Ugh, that is so stupid,” Campara scoffed with her nose in the air and her hands on her curvy hips. “But sure. Go ahead. I’m sure no idiot out there would notice a freaking piano carrying a group of derelicts across the country.”     Mellon made an annoyed si

Sitting there in an empty room, nothing around him but spirits to loom. Dark with despair, cold and alone, nothing to him but a chill to his bone. He sits there thinking of thoughts of the past, thinking how his future may never last. His tormented soul torn to shreads, try to tie together the dangling threads. He tries so hard for it all to end, ignoring help his friends try to lend. Once all feelings seem to return, His soul cries and starts to burn.

If there was one thing I knew, it was that anger burned like acid. It felt as if your tongue would disintegrate from the intensity coursing through your veins, encasing your heart in an impenetrable barrier. And no amount of ice water could douse the fire dwelling within you. A simple feeling, yet not simple enough so it could be forgotten, or even cast aside for more than a moment. And it's worse when you don't know the source of it. You can't fix it, or even lessen it. It lashes out at everything, everyone, devouring you. Friends become enemies and enemies become entities from hell, or so it seems. You have a hose and it's filled with en