That's not much of a story. Better keep lying about it.
[he points one of the fingers hanging onto his beer at Kit, surprisingly less sarcastic than usual when giving his advice. two minutes dead as a baby was about as exciting as having eaten three hundred pieces of celery.
Vincent takes another sip as he contemplates what to give as his first dubious fact. his companion's mention of parents had gotten him thinking...]
My parents think I'm dead.
[this was a bit unfair since he couldn't know with absolute certainty what they thought anymore, but it was a safe enough bet that he was willing to let it count. they might feel hopeful, but with the way he'd left...reality would have set in no matter what they prayed for.]
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[he points one of the fingers hanging onto his beer at Kit, surprisingly less sarcastic than usual when giving his advice. two minutes dead as a baby was about as exciting as having eaten three hundred pieces of celery.
Vincent takes another sip as he contemplates what to give as his first dubious fact. his companion's mention of parents had gotten him thinking...]
My parents think I'm dead.
[this was a bit unfair since he couldn't know with absolute certainty what they thought anymore, but it was a safe enough bet that he was willing to let it count. they might feel hopeful, but with the way he'd left...reality would have set in no matter what they prayed for.]