“Elijah, what on earth happened to you?” I almost gasped when I saw him at the Leyden Avalon library.
“Well, a ton of RWO jackboot androids beat the crap out of me and I lived to tell about it. I was targeted for those pamphlets my band and I sent since our unplugged show.” He smirked despite his condition. “Don’t worry, I’ll heal up just fine. Besides, some people din’t believe me this was going on in the Heaven of the Midwest.” Elijah then pointed at himself four times while saying each word in a staccato fashion. “Now…who…was…right?”
“You know, I can’t argue with that.” I replied to him.
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