[When You Wish Upon a Star...]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He's sitting on a bench in a random hallway, smoking a cigar, thinking about the wish he made. Foolish. Wishes don't ever come true...but he supposes that's part of the alleged 'fun' about wishes; the 'what if?' factor. He wonders if life would be better if it came true and how he would even handle himself if he was actually faced with that. He contemplates it for a few moments longer before kicking it out of his mind.]
Feh.

[He returns to puffing on his cigar alone in the hallway. That's how the remainder of his life, apparently, is meant to be lived: alone. It's a fate worse than Hell, being drawn back to life to live a drab, useless, solitary existence.]

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