She nodded, almost imperceptibly.I left her at the corner, afraid that she wouldn't show up at nine for dinner, and that it could be the last time I e...ver saw her. With my luck, this year, this would be a perfect ending, a touch of gold. Or, I realized with a shiver after I had lost sight of her, maybe fate had something even worse in mind for me.The good thing about believing in fate is having something to curse. This almost makes me believe in it.As I walked to the grocery store, I hoped with. When I did find out, I shook my head wondering how someone could be so stupid as to rush over and check out the fight scene when they knew what would happen to them.The pounding of my heart blocked out everything other sound as I surveyed the carnage I’d caused. The kid out cold at my feet. My two, probably former, friends were a mess, covered in blood and vomit. The two girls, both sprayed with blood and one wiping away the remnants of vomit from around her mouth.Peter rolled onto his back and. She is young; she is pretty, and likely popular. Sam was convinced Dawn was somewhere on this site. He just had to search more. A thought came to his mind.He typed in "Dawn Snuffy" into the search bar, and lo and behold, a familiar set of hazel eyes stared back at him from his computer screen."Dawn Age 23, Location: Grand Blanc, MI, "pics of me and Snuffy at the Fourth of..." Bingo," Sam said to himself.Her profile was decorated pink with flying stars and hearts. A song by some popular male. And I hear Lysander’s words.“Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,Brief as the lightning in the collied night,That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold!The jaws of darkness do devour it up:So quick bright things come to confusion.”Joey grimaces. “What the hell is this?” he asks nauseatingly.“Shakespeare!” I answer.He makes a face. “Don’t like him. I don’t understand him. I tried watching one of these plays once, but I couldn’t stand it. It.