In choir, we are doing a song called "Jeanie with the light brown hair", a song about a beautiful girl who died, and this one line is stuck in my head....
"Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain; wailing for the lost one that comes not again."
Sad.
Whoa...it is freaking late.
"My name is Mor."
"Mor?"
"Yes."
"Can I call you...Morra?"
"No."
"Morray eel?"
"No."
"Can I-"
"NO!"
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