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It was surprising any of them could see the actual colour of the pineapple after how much it'd been through ever since the supernaturals rolled in. 'Actual' was being a bit polite; there wasn't a scrap of pineapple that hadn't faded with time, and even if they hadn't come by wear would've been evident after inevitable contact with dirt and rain and whatever, especially with the whole tsunami that had miraculously not crumbled it down, but the point was underneath all the little scratches of swears and love umbrellas and ALEX WAS HEREs, the pineapple still shone even now under the moonlight in all its chipped yellow glory. You had to respect the pineapple. It was there longer than a few of them were.

That was a tangent, but at any rate, the town truly needed things to freshen it up - new scratches on the pineapple, new nooks to uncover. New paint jobs. New establishments? Well, no one was using the old buildings anyway.

With all the regality of a warhorse wading into mud, Rialto suddenly kicked the door open from behind Alex with a majestic bang, and somehow he'd managed to bag his certain mirror image by the name of Miss Catheryn to stand somewhere next to him, probably with her arms crossed. There was a bowling ball in his palm about the size of his whole chest, hefted up like he was holding a basketball. "We're here," he said, dignified, kindly including the Probably Cross-Armed Cat by his side, "and we're here to win."

[ go bowling 1/3  this is bad unfortunately but YEA ]

© MADI

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