| legato: (lee-gah-toe) a smooth, even style, with no noticeable interruption between the notes; often used as a musical direction |


Won't you be there?I wonder. Where did you go?Won't you be there?
I guess you could say Im in denial.
(Wont you please walk back through my door?)
This room feels so empty.
Did you mean to leave me all alone?
Maybe Im selfish.
I know you suffered. Now its my turn.
Im dying to see you.
(Not literally. But someday.)
Dont look back; Ill do it. (Thats where you are, for me.)
Will you be sitting at the gates?
I hope so.


TM-ProloguePrologue: From Less Than Humble BeginningsTM-Prologue
The third marriage was supposed to be the last. Or at least, thats what Id foolishly allowed myself to believe. Because here I am, staring at my new mother, who Id never heard of before tonight, even though she would be marrying my father the following morning. Leave it to Dad to pull crap like this. She wasnt too tall, but rather thin, with slender legs and curves in all the right places. Her onyx hair reached about chest level, neatly parted to the left side. The strapless black dress shes wearing seems to fi


Friendly AdviceMy Friend--Friendly Advice
Shine bright! And let all who cast you into darkness bask in your light and know that they have wronged you.
Stnd tall! So those who try to weaken you shrink away.
Live soundly! And know that whoever remains will be crushed by those who stand by your side.
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I can't ride a bike. I know. Seriously.
Commision me anyway: DO IT.
Guh, you flatter me.
Thank you for the watch.
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Little Legato "The Agent"
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I can't ride a bike. I know. Seriously.
Commision me anyway: DO IT.
Argh, again, thank you.
I should have some more up soon.
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Little Legato "The Agent"
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I can't ride a bike. I know. Seriously.
Commision me anyway: DO IT.
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Angelo Zanipolo "The Smuggler" d'Amato
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Angelo Zanipolo "The Smuggler" d'Amato
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