"The chemist asks for address and date of birth. You told me you were sixty-six this year." She kissed him on the forehead."Oh right," he breathed a m...assive sigh of relief."I go and find out you're seventy-two next week." She kissed him again, tenderly."Why didn't you tell me that?" I wanted to make myself more appealing to you, my dear." He regained his composure after his near heart attack. "Does it make a difference to you?" No fucking way, babe!" She leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. Anyways, this will just be the hub page, the seed where all of your daydreams, nightmares, fleeting fantasies, can sprout from as long as you write them. Hell, if you want, you can just straight up make a diary, though keep in mind people will be able to read it so only actually do so if you feel that your internet "anonymity" protects you.Stars dotted the night sky, an uncountable number of eyes stared through you in one world.The air screamed as towers of steel and blood pierced the heavens. He spent time on the streets, learning their ways and getting into fights. By the time of was twelve, Aaron, was taking on bigger and older boys and winning those violent fights. He stole what he could get away with until he was caught stealing a whole uncut Genoa Salami from an Italian Market a few blocks from his apartment. He was nabbed by a Philadelphia Police Detective who ran faster than him. His attempted fight with Frank was brief and futile and a bit painful for him. The fleet footed. Today I was five minutes late." Good thing your English teacher isn't like Dobra about lateness." No, but it's almost as bad having to walk into a classroom of fifty people and having everyone turn to look at you."The phone rang. Emily picked it up before Richard could reach for it."Wexford Conservatory, can I help you?"There was a pause, and then Emily picked up the concert guide lying on the desk. She passed along a start time for Thursday's faculty recital, and then hung the phone up. In the.