Mark Lawson, Jade Lawson, Justin Taylor, Peace, Sandra Robert, and Blake were the last people I expected to see when I awoke. if you will.
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They were, however, strangely dressed in identical hues, as though auditioning for a 1990s pop band - navy blue, white, black, and gray.
"Hello?" I burst out laughing.
"Hello? Hello, it's me..." Justin sung, completely out of tune, but with Adele-like intensity.
"Hello darkness, my old friend..." Blake said in the meantime.
Mark smacked them both and looked down at me, guiltily. He understood I didn't want to be a part of his anarchy any longer. The boys sat up straight and attempted to be polite. They stood stiffly, hands clasped behind their backs, as if they were schoolchildren.
""Can we please return our attention to me for a while," Floren
