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1 " Aw, man. I’d just shot an angel in the face.I made my way into the foyer and sat down on the stairs. I glanced up at the big old grandfather clock. It was going on ten. My folks would be home soon.“How was your evening, honey?”“Killed an angel.”“Well, isn’t that nice.”That wasn’t happening. Daddy never liked guns in the first place, Mother just pretended to. I was so grounded. "
― Adrienne Kress , Outcast
2 " Then he smiled. It was the first time I’d seen him smile, and it threw me. It was kind of…awesome.He spoke: “I can see through your dress.” “What?” I said automatically.“The light coming from behind you like that. Can see right through it.” The smile widened.“I…”“Look, I’m not complaining. And since you haven’t moved, I’m guessing you don’t mind me looking.”I had no idea what to do, so I stumbled further into the shed and walked to the side into the dark so I wasn’t being backlit anymore. “And you’ve come inside, so you want to be closer to me.”“No!” This I shouted a little too loudly. And to prove how “no” I was, I pointed the shears at him.“You gonna cut it off?” He raised an eyebrow.“Cut what off?” Damn it. I had to stop answering him automatically like that. Think before you speak, Riley. Think!The young man glanced down at himself, and I almost followed his look until I remembered that he was totally naked, and then I understood what he meant.God, no, I hadn’t even thought of that! Who did he think I was?Maybe the girl who shot him in the face maybe? "
3 " Did you shoot me again sweetheart? "
4 " Sing 'em to remember.Sing 'em because you remember. "
5 " I believe instinct took over because the shotgun fired in the opposite direction, and he disappeared.Good effort."I don't think sarcasm is helping your situation right now!" I called out at no one as I racked my second round. The sound was comforting.He reappeared maybe ten feet away in front of me. I heard laughing in my head.You're strange.That's the last straw, buddy."Yeah, well, you're dead."And I shot that angel right in the face. "
6 " Cantas para recordar.Cantas porque recuerdas.Recuerdo, Gabe, recuerdo.Y nunca voy a olvidar. "