søndag den 6. februar 2011

Why So Glum?

    "Why so glum, friend?" Jonathan Phrase said.
    "Not much to be happy about, is there?" Jax muttered, glaring at the man sitting across from him.
    "Oh, I don't know about that," he said, smiling infuriatingly. "You're still alive. You're young and strong. You have an incredibly charming and handsome conversational partner."
    Jax looked at the man with a raised eyebrow. His skin was dirty and rough, a week-old stubble covering his jaw and cheeks. Grey, tangled hair fell to his shoulders. Quite frankly, he looked like a pile of rags, and 'charming' was not the first word that came to mind.

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