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The last petal floated down into the river. Ino sighed deeply and looked down from the bridge at her reflection gazing back at her. “Sasuke . . . why did you have to leave?” She muttered absent-mindedly. In her mind she sounded and probably looked as though she were in a black-and-white old romance film, with one of those long elegant dresses on. And the man she’s been thinking of covers her eyes from behind her and asks seductively; ‘guess who?’ And before she can respond he’d kiss her so passionately she’d forget he was even ever gone.  That kind of thing only happens in the movies . . . She thought decid

Outcasts they tend to call us, The wierd ones, The freaks. But we like to think of ourselves as the special ones With our permanent-marker doodles on our converses Ripped jeans and emo hearts and suicidal poems written in the snow Novels read beneath the covers 'til dawn by light of a flashlight [batteries nearly dead we've used it so many times before] And dancing in the rain Praying to Beethoven And tears at dusk And singing to the stars At the top of our lungs with the car windows open and the night rushing in Or on the top floor of a beach house with the sea stretched out before us "Go home, you lose, good day, sir" Turn ar