Don’t Cry...
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“How do you know what I’d care about? I do have feelings, y’know. I’m surprisingly thoughtful. If I didn’t want an answer, I wouldn’t’a asked.” She continued her trek nearer to him. “Just tell me, Spike.”
Spike sighed heavily. There was no getting rid of her. “Stupid, really,” he mumbled, looking up with his cheeks stained with water. “I was walkin’ past the shops on my way back from Willy’s Place, and... saw this antique clock sittin’ in a window display. It... it looked jus’ like a piece my mum had in our sittin’ room.” He drooped his head again and mopped his face. “Jus’... don’t get reminders like that very often. Hurt, deep.”














