here’s what happened. they met at the mall

here’s what happened. they met at the mall and had a baby

they first met when both reechoing from explosive accidents by chance. then on way later to mall, by chance. see there was war then, or something, they were in the  mall a long time, along with a few others who made it. really, everyone who’d made it into the mall made it. the son was some old saint. this time he'd been away for a while.
she was a sweetheart, knew her in transcript. He I never much took to, but he knew the opposition. Knew it too well, some said. But. no, I’d say - he is one of us, loyalty is not a concern.

but my main widow and I knew they were being embariswindled by some third party huckster, an outside ambusher in the carpet economy/ rode in on the backs of people, then wanted their p[raise. that sort of shit of the species. Built something from nothing that upon creation was nothing still. iWarn you all and i mean it.

at the same time the whole town was dancing/ me i was against it. why? am i a bad fellow in this tale? do i begrudge people their joy? no, it was a distraction is why. for the first time ever, dancing was the specific exact distraction. you realize how dangerous that is.

the son turned them to singing. it was the right maneuver. that’s why he was a saint again. that and a couple other reasons. usually the same sorta reasons each time. the daughter this time though she wrote some songs. the family had an aura of fame around them this time, that was different. and the enemy seemed practical. somehow the certain dancing resumed with a happy bit of levitation. everyone thought they were holy this time.
at that i decided the town was too weird for me and I returned to the States.