First Day Of My Life Every now and then, while on his way back from his nightly walks, the tall dead man would pass by a small grocery store; alright, so it was more like a "fancy" convenience store, but that's not really the point. He never gave the store more than a quick, passing glance, but this particular morning was different. He recalled the previous night and how Hanna had come home from work looking exhausted and just plain sad. Of course when he had asked the red-head what was wrong, Hanna just shrugged it off with a weak laugh and a smile."Huh? Oh, nothing man! Ha-ha, you always worry way too much Darren." Darren had very much doubted that nothing was wrong; he could tell that something was bothering Hanna, but he hadn't wanted to pry. Even so, he couldn't get the image of Hanna's tired face out of his mind.
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