SEVEN

07: a call to a beckoning connection. 

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they say for each one, to each one, there's another.

To each soul, there's another. Longing. Desperate to find each other. 

But could this go as far as the voices in your head-

-perhaps it was a call to a beckoning connection. 

A firm, scary call for each other.

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His hands gripped the handle to his blue locker that had only recently been spray painted with his trade mark nickname-

-fatty zakky. 

"Hey" Amy popped from beneath surprisingly with a smile, almost startling him to drop his books. 

He remembered that in these times, times like when he saw the hilarious bathroom graffiti of a nude him, that if there was anything he was learning from Amy-

-it was not to give half a fuck. 

She would show