My Shadow Mate
“Oh, Juliet, my love, where art thou? Where in all the heavens hast thou fled to? I see thee leaving me behind. Come back, Juliet, my love, come back.”
“You are such a goofball, sometimes,” I say
“I don’t think anything you just said was in any part of the play,” Ansel says.
“A true artist has the ability to improvise.” King retorts as we make our way inside and out of the sun.
There are still a couple of people at their lockers, so the hallways aren’t empty.
“I’m gonna get stuff from my locker,” King announces.
“Yeah, me too. I’ll go to class right after, so you two can go. I’ll be fine.”
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