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He Thought There Was No Hope For Him. Me? I Can't Imagine A World Without Hope.

Ian’s The Black Sheep.” “i Thought I Was The Black Sheep,” Said Seth, Sounding Almost Hurt. “no. You’re The Unfocused Artistic One. I’m The Responsible One. Ian’s The Wild, Hedonistic One.” “what’s Hedonistic?” Asked Kendall. Her Father Considered. “it Means You Run Up A Lot Of Credit Card Bills You Can’t Pay, Change Jobs A Lot, And Have A Lot Of…lady Friends.

He Shook His Head. “no. Because There's No One Else Out There Who Understands You Like I Do.” I Waited For More. “that's It? You're Not Going To Elaborate On What That Means?” Those Green Eyes Held Me. “i Don't Think I Need To.

After The Bitching I'd Done To Abe About Going To Remote, Crappy Places, I Should Have Been Excited About The Prospect Of Going To Sin City.

I Clung To That Spark Of Hope, Nurturing It Into A Small Flame That Chased Some Of The Shadows In My Heart Away.