isabelleharris

My friend asked me an odd, odd, question today, while we were walking through the dying grass, in the field on the west end of the forrest-like park, that is across the street from my house. He asked me this: "If you were to die tomorrow, and you could only say goodbye to one person, who would you say goodbye to?" And I looked at him, my odd friend, with his odd questions. I answered by saying: "I don't know, but I think, maybe, probably, I would say goodbye to you. Do you want to know why?" He replied with an answer that I found strange: "Yes, but don't tell me. I'd rather tell you who I would pick." Then he just pl