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If you gain the world by trading your soul, remember you'll reap just what you sow. There's no one left to save you noooowwww. You'll get what you deserve, your own place in heeeeellll. the man sang along with his guitar strumming, his voice going along rather nicely with the way the guitar was played by his fingers. If he wanted to, he could have been a singer, and he knew that with the powerful voice he had, he could easily outsing some of the other wolvens that were singers in the pack, but he never did find himself wanting to deal with them. He'd rather be him, and do what he does with his guitar than to be involved with the drama of singing with some other wolf. There were times that Mars had his own drama though,but he figured that he needed no other added stress since it had come to his attention some time earlier this month that he was going to be a father. He sighed lightly as he realized this again. He felt bad about what had happened, yet the woman had not explained to him what exactly happened. She only told him that "It's not Bartholomew's" and Mars knew it wasn't his, because he would have remembered doing that to the woman. She failed to tell him who it was though, even though he had asked her. He hadn't brought it up again yet. He was nervous about talking about it with her, and he could imagine that she would be to. Maybe after she had their children he could spring the question.
He didn't miss his mark to begin singing again, and his mouth opened, and his voice finally rang out. Loooost your waaaayyyy, it made you change, it made you dark but ooooonce uuuupooooon a time you spooooooooke with your heart. the man sung before he was surprised by the presence of a small puppy. The boy had come up and rudely put his little paws on Mars' leg. Mars opened his eyes and then jumped back, his fingers stopped strumming and his mismatched ears fell flat on his head. He licked his lips nervously, and then he just looked at the being through his dark sunglasses. uhm...Who are you? the man asked, his head cocking to the right slightly, his fingers already stopped and didn't look like they were going to continue just yet. Not until Mars knew that this puppy was not just him going more insane.
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