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 ^{(it's beta!)}

we watch as a lone girl dressed in black wanders through a weedy, overgrown cemetery, the kind with the gnarly trees that whisper in the wind. It is drizzling lightly, and she clutches an umbrella close, and pauses a second, looking up and holding out her hand to feel the rain.

"it is a sad day, indeed..."

she continues on her journey, wandering in a seemingly aimless fashion through the headstones, until she finally reaches a new, shiny marble headstone with the earth below it just turned.

"here lies 'get your shop on' may it rest in peace. MURDERED June 29th, 2008, by Ironypills."

you see a young and defenseless girl, brown hair, blue eyes, average height, walking down the road. She looks a little nervous, but excited, and clutches hastily drawn up directions in one hand. You see her peer curiously down an old alley way, look curiously at her paper, and up at the street sign. she looks a little puzzled, but hurries down the alleyway, past garbage and debris, as well as the occasional drunk hobo. She stops again, glancing at the piece of paper.

"maybe I have the wrong directions?"

she shrugs, and resumes her journey in hopes it will take her to the correct destination. She finally comes to a stop in front of an old warehouse, and a breeze, rank with dirty river water, blows her hair around as she looks up at it.

"well, according to AE's directions, this is the right place...."

She takes in a breath, and knocks lightly on the large, metal door. She waits a second, and no one answers, so she knocks again, only louder. The door opens with a tired squeal, and just inside stands a boy.

"heya, nonie!"

"ah, it must be AE..." she thinks as she steps into the dark warehouse

"hey, AE, where is everyone else?"

her eyes dart about the large, empty warehouse, bereft of anything but a bed and a fridge, some lamps. He wraps an arm about her waist and steers her over to the bed, sitting her down and pouring a glass of wine

"oh, there isn't anyone else."

the news flickers on and a somewhat disheveled newswoman comes into view, out on the street with people running around screaming behind her. She has a worried, slightly horrified look on her face, as she announces:

"mass panic in the downtown area, as everyone hears the horrific news: EVERYONE IS BISEXUAL!!!!"

a man runs into the view of the camera, pulling out his hair and screaming at the top of his lungs:

"THE WORLD IS FALLING APART!! I LOVE MEN!!!!"