The Night without my Star ! (Read Capt) No wonder what was so cold about tonight. Maybe the breeze saudaded for your warm breathe. I wish that night would never had ended when I was an epic fail at anger and was leaning against the misty, moist grass with a weed ! He too made a grimance when I called him a hale, sinewy Weed, but still anyway he didn't allow my little hands to unbraid his right little finger. Giving to an end to all hooey tales, I halt at a line, "Aren't we illegal?". He burst into laughter for few of seconds and said, "But I'm earning you, kid". "Still, that legally doesn't give us the authority, to exchange our stars", I pat his cheeks.
