11-17-2008, 09:42 PM
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“Yeah,” he said, scratching under his chin with one hand. The snow was starting to stick to the tall grass, which some might think beautiful. Ahren found this sense of beauty in The Waste, though he didn’t understand why it was called such. The beach, perhaps, was the reason. Or maybe simply because it was so wide, so open, and so vast.
“Ahren,” he said.
“I’m Gabriel’s father.”
“Yeah,” he said, scratching under his chin with one hand. The snow was starting to stick to the tall grass, which some might think beautiful. Ahren found this sense of beauty in The Waste, though he didn’t understand why it was called such. The beach, perhaps, was the reason. Or maybe simply because it was so wide, so open, and so vast.
“Ahren,” he said.
“I’m Gabriel’s father.”