“Look at the dancing cucumber.  Dance, cucumber, dance!  Dancing 
cucumber, dancing cucumber, dancing cucumber... look at the tomato.  Isn’t it 
sad?  The tomato wishes he could dance like the cucumber.  But the tomato can’t 
dance.”
~Veggie Tales

	“Sometimes there is so much beauty in the world that it just fills my 
heart up, and I fill like it will burst, like a balloon.”
~American Beauty. 




Author’s notes: Sorry it’s been awhile... wait, you didn’t notice did 
you? I’ll get cracking on the next...maybe two or three more parts soon, I 
promise!

Disclaimer: 

So I think MK is
A really nice friend.
I think 
Like this because
Over IMs 
Really late at night
Mk helped me
Out with this
Obvious story.  Isn’t she
Nice?

Isn’t
She really great?
Now
‘
Thank her!

My
Idea
Needed
Expert help, so I turned to her!


Part 5, recap:
The moonlight shone has he reached up to remove his mask, the wind 
fluttered his hair for a moment, not breaking his intense concentration on 
where the blonde had just left.  Shaking his head, he murmured, “Luna.”  
Leaping to the ground, Tuxedo Kamen ran off into the night with one thought 
floating to the surface of his mind. 
“I *knew* it was no dream.”
	
	Walking the Thin Line 
Part Six 

Of course not.  How could he have fallen for it?  Luna was no more a 
dream than his battles with Sailormoon, and the cat truly did talk.  But why 
did she want to know about his Princess?  And what, exactly, was Sailormoon’s 
strange, talking, guidance-giving cat doing being Odango Atama’s pet? 
	‘Is Usa mixed up in this all, too?’  Tuxedo Kamen thought absently, ‘who 
next?  Motoki?’  
He allowed a small, bitter laugh at his own life to escape his lips 
before he deftly leapt from the tree and began to follow the sound of 
Sailormoon’s chipper voice.  ‘*Someone* has far too much energy for this late 
at night.’  He thought, shaking his head.  Then again, he was one to talk.  
Through Mamoru’s whole life, the nighttime was when he could truly come alive.  
It was when the moonlight seemed to liquefy and pour into his veins making him 
come alive.  A legal, potent high that would always rule his midnight hours.
	Yet tonight he felt tired, more emotionally drained than anything else.  
There was something at the back of his mind, something he wanted badly, but to 
dwell on it would make him dizzy and perplexed.  Instead, he focused on getting 
the answers from Luna, and so he followed the pair through the moonlit Tokyo 
city streets.
	Keeping up with wasn’t too hard, they weren’t moving too quickly and 
Tuxedo Kamen was pretty good, (if he did say so himself) at things like leaping 
tall buildings in a single bound.  And so, from rooftop, to street lamp, to 
dark ally, he was never more than twenty feet away from the odango-haired 
superhero and her small black companion.  However, when the two reached the 
ever-so familiar video arcade, Luna turned to Sailormoon and said something 
Tuxedo Kamen couldn’t catch. With a smile and nod, the short-skirted girl ran 
off and disappeared into the shadows. 
	It was a strange feeling, debating with himself.  Mamoru hardly ever had 
to do that, usually it was easy: black and white, you know what you want or you 
don’t.  Tonight he found himself wanting badly to follow Sailormoon, and leave 
Luna behind.  But the motive behind his reasoning was something he didn’t want 
to ponder so he pushed it out of his mind, and regretfully watched Sailormoon 
fade into the shadows.  Luna entered the arcade.
	Since there was no way to enter the small place without being spotted, 
all Tuxedo Kamen could do was watch from the roof of the arcade, until Luna 
come out again.  Not wondering how she got in the locked and barred video 
center, chalking it up to Odango’s endearing little ‘magic’ explanation, he 
just continued to stalk the feline, nearly matching Luna’s catlike movements 
with his own.
	Luna walked to a quiet, residential area far removed from the hustle and 
bustle of everyday downtown Tokyo, and walked up to one of the spacious, split-
level homes on the block.  There were less hiding places in this area, and 
Tuxedo Kamen was truly counting his lucky stars that he hadn’t been spotted 
yet, when Luna suddenly scaled a huge tree and shimmied up to an open window.
	“Of course, you fool,” he whispered out loud to himself, bitterness 
filling up in his chest, “she went home.  Where else would she go?”  Leaning 
against the tree, he balled his fists, “To bring you to a place where you could 
question her freely?  To suddenly explain everything you needed to know? To 
lead you, like, *directly* to the princess?! Baka!”  Angry at his own weakness 
and frustration, it was all he could do not to scream out loud to the stars.
	But that would wake up Odango-atama, wouldn’t it?  Above and beyond the 
feeling of hopelessness enveloping him, his heart gave a little twist.  He 
looked up through the forming tears in his eyes at the window Luna had just 
crawled into.  The light was off but the dim glow of a nightlight still burned, 
and he could just barely see Luna moving around in the small bedroom.  She had 
some questions to answer.  Things he needed to know, for Usagi’s sake as well.
	‘I hope you are a deep sleeper, Usagi-chan,’ he thought, setting his lips 
in a straight line.  Determinedly, he climbed the tree with large strides and 
jumped onto the window ledge with an almost unnatural grace.  Leaning his head 
on his arm, he took just a moment to take in the sight before him.
	‘God, Usa is a slob.’  The room’s floor was a collage of paper and 
stuffed animals and throw pillows and clothing.  In the dull light of the 
night, all the colors faded into shades of gray, but he could tell it was a 
bright and colorful place during the day.  Colorful like her, so much like her.  
Mamoru forced himself not to think of his own apartment, decorated in shades of 
gray even at high noon.  And how he could use some color in his life.
	Instead, he watched Usagi.  She was sprawled out, taking up the full 
length of the bed, one pillow and half her blankets spilled out onto the floor, 
along with about three feet of loose blonde hair.  He had never seen her with 
her hair down before... for some reason it didn’t make her look as dramatically 
different as he thought it might.  Although the waves of platinum and gold fell 
in soft, looping waves nearly half her body length in all directions, her bangs 
fluttering gently with each deep breath, he couldn’t help thinking she was 
still just silly little Odango atama.  
And she was so beautiful.  He couldn’t help it, he had to admit it to 
himself.  ‘You always thought she was beautiful.’  Granted.  But he had known 
many beautiful girls before and he had never... so what had made him...  Why 
couldn’t he finish his thought?  ‘Because it scares you.  She scares you.  Look 
at this tiny little figure, fast asleep, helpless, and she frightens you worse 
than a million youma.’  All these thoughts had raced through his mind in less 
than a few seconds, all it took for him to tear his eyes away from the sleeping 
girl.
Sighing, he watched Luna curl up at Usagi’s feet and fall asleep.  ‘Some 
guardian cat.’  He said, shaking his head.  For a moment all was still, as 
Mamoru debated his options.
Waking up Luna could risk waking up Usagi, and he didn’t want to explain 
himself if she did.  In his Tuxedo Kamen get-up, he could also be easily 
mistaken for a thief or prowler.  And if he did wake up Luna and keep Usagi 
asleep....well, then what?  Luna didn’t know Tuxedo Kamen and Chiba Mamoru were 
one in the same, hell, *he* didn’t even know it until recently.
However, he did need to talk to her.  After a moment, Tuxedo Kamen 
slipped into the room.  Searching around Usagi’s desk for a bit, he found a 
piece of paper and a pen on her floor.  (He smiled as he noted her homework 
textbooks look as if they had never been opened and were covered a thin layer 
of dust.) 
	Quickly, in his trademark decisive scrawl, he wrote 
‘Luna-neko-chan,
I know.  
Meet me, you know where, tomorrow.  The balcony will be open.  
I know where you live, so show up or I will come and get you.’  
He signed it, ‘C.M.’ 
	Folding it carefully, he placed it in Luna’s collar.  Hopefully, she 
would find it tomorrow and assume Mamoru had somehow managed to put it in there 
sometime during the day.  For some reason, Mamoru had no doubt Luna could read.
	For a moment, Tuxedo Kamen felt a rush of excitement for the answers he 
would receive from Luna.  Perhaps he could finally receive some information 
about who Sailormoon really was.  They could exchange information that could 
maybe even help him finally find his princess.
	And yet... why didn’t he feel as wonderful as he thought he should?  For 
some reason the idea of seeing or talking to Odango Atama, Usagi-chan...  
Usako, seemed a million times more exciting to him.
	Next to him, Usagi’s face was locked in a grimace, and she was tossing 
and turning with an evident nightmare, more blankets falling the floor as she 
murmured and shivered in the cold night air from the window.
	Gently, Tuxedo Kamen pulled her blankets over her, and smoothed her hair 
back from her face.  For a moment her eyelids stilled and her lashes stopped 
fluttering.  With a sigh, a small smile appeared to hover over her lips.  He 
didn’t even realize he had bent to kiss her cheek until his lips actually 
brushed her smooth skin.  ‘She is dangerous,’ he thought, watching the innocent 
sleeper and her angelic expression, ‘so very dangerous.  To everything you’ve 
waited so long for.’  He told himself.
	‘And, god help me, I don’t even care.’
	 With that disturbing thought in his mind, Tuxedo Kamen slid out of the 
window and back into the tree.  Leaping the roof-tops he was home in no time.
It was very late when Chiba Mamoru finally fell asleep, after a long time of 
staring at his dull white ceiling but somehow only seeing sky-blue eyes.
	It was really a shame he got such little sleep, because people can do 
strange things when a little overtired, a little stressed, a little in love.  
And a combination of all three?
	The poor man had no idea what sort of day awaited him with the rising of 
the sun over Tokyo bay. 
	
~~~~~~~~~
The sun was just too damn bright.  The sky was the most saccharine shade 
of light baby blue, and the blithe laughter of the children in the street below 
grated on Mamoru’s nerves.  Even the stupid bird calls from the park below were 
making him sulk.  
	The breeze was unnaturally warm for this time of year, and somehow the 
sent of flowers wafted up to his balcony instead of the usual hint of car 
exhaust.  It was the perfect day for taking a walk with friends, or just 
jogging through the city waving at people, or going on a picnic with a date.  
Mamoru hated days like this.
	His scowl deepened as he crossed his arms and waited for Luna to appear 
on the balcony.  It was getting to be late morning and he didn’t want to waste 
his entire Saturday waiting on some cat’s beck and call.  He should have put a 
time on the note, but nooooo he had to be all cryptic and concise.  Blue eyes 
rolled heaven-ward for a moment, ‘Another minute and I’m leaving.’
	Of course, it was just then that Luna made her entrance.  She silently 
leaped onto the balcony and just looked at him for a moment.
	“Don’t dare tell me I’m dreaming.”  Mamoru told her.
	Silence for a moment.
	“Please, come in.” he motioned toward the house and Luna walked in almost 
warily.  He followed, closing the balcony door.
	For a long while in the living area, they just stared at each other.  
Mamoru felt in his angry mood, he could probably stare Luna down easily, or at 
least play her game until she tired of it.
	Which she finally did.  With a sigh, Luna said, “What do you know, 
Mamoru-kun?”
	“Are we on such familiar terms?” he asked coldly, “Luna-san?  You who 
lied to me, and played me, and tried to manipulate me?”
	Luna looked as if she might be loosing some of her composure, but she hid 
it rather well.  “What do you mean?”
	Mamoru sighed, still not giving up the tough act.  “Sailormoon.  What are 
you to her?” 
	“I could ask you the same thing.”
	He was silent.
	“I don’t know how you know and I won’t tell you anything.  Sailormoon’s 
secrets are just that, and for a reason.”
	He smiled slightly, suddenly and smoothly changing gears.  “I’m afraid I 
haven’t been a very good host. Would you like something to drink?  I’m sorry I 
don’t have any milk, but I have water.  I assume cats don’t drink cola or green 
tea...”
~~~~~
	Luna, the tiny black cat who could silently slink with the shadows, was, 
admittedly, slightly better at sneaking through the city while following 
someone than Usagi was.  Especially since the rather accident-prone blonde had 
enough trouble walking through the crowded, hazardous city walkways without 
trying to keep her presence a secret.
	Somehow, though, although puddles were stepped in, and people were 
tripped over, and walls were ran into, Usagi managed to follow Luna to a large 
apartment complex without her cat noticing. 
	Removing her rather ridiculous ‘spy-outfit’ of dark sunglasses and a 
black scarf over her hair, Usagi squinted up at the balcony Luna had jumped 
onto.  Hands on her hips, and pouting, she wondered what possessed her to 
actually rise early (for her) on a Saturday and see where her cat was going to.
	Silently she kept her eye on the door in which Luna had disappeared and 
counted upwards.  Ten stories up, near the park...who the heck lived there?
‘I’m surprised you know a big word like ‘paranoid’, but for your 
information I live on the tenth story.  And my door was locked, so explain 
that?’
	Chiba Mamoru.  Of course.  Usagi blinked for a moment, Luna must be 
trying to get information on the Princess.  Pretending to study her nails 
nonchalantly, Usagi waited near the bus stop outside the sliding doors to the 
apartments, wondering what to do.
	When a middle-aged business man buzzed himself into the main lobby, Usagi 
quickly took initiative and slipped in behind him before the door closed.  
Giving the doorman a ten-million yen smile in response to his questioning look, 
she walked right onto the elevator and confidently pushed the button for floor 
‘10’.  
	What the heck, she wanted to talk to him anyway.

	“So what I’m asking for is an honest exchange of information.”  Luna 
said, watching Mamoru sip his tea thoughtfully.  
	“You want to know about the Princess, but what can you tell me in 
return?”
	There was  a moment’s pause.  “Well, everything *I* know about her of 
course.”
	“I was under the impression that you didn’t know very much at all.”  He 
gave her a sidelong glance.
	Luna kept her poker-face.  He was going to make this hard, wasn’t he?  
Luna realized this was just the sort of careful, diplomatic bargaining she was 
supposed to be an expert at.  They were sparring with words, and every move was 
as balanced and considered as in a chess game.  All she needed was to place her 
words correctly, concentrate, with no distractions...
	There was a sharp knock on the door.
	Mamoru jumped a little, and gave Luna a surprised look.
	She gave as close to a shrug as a cat can, as if to say, ‘I wasn’t 
expecting anyone.’
	Whoever it was knocked again, this time louder and the knock somehow 
sounded irritated. 
	Luna thought Mamoru looked pretty irate himself as he stalked to the door 
and opened it as if he was planning to give hell to the person on the other 
side.  But he froze the second the door was opened.
	“I’ve come to get my cat,” Usagi’s familiar voice washed over Luna’s ears 
like a splash of ice water.   
	With a groan Luna covered her face with her paws.  ‘Natch.’ 

	Usagi noticed the frozen look of panic on his face when Mamoru saw who it 
was on the other side of the door.  For a second his discomfort threatened to 
spread to her, but she firmly held herself against it.  This was her chance to 
make up for chickening out the last time they had run into each other.
	She offered him the same blinding smile that had bewitched the doorman.  
Of course, it had a splendid effect on Mamoru, as well. “I’m here to pick up 
Luna,” she repeated, slowly.
	Mamoru blinked her a little dazedly, and then nodded, backing up so she 
could enter the apartment.
	Cheerfully winking at Luna as she took off her shoes in the doorway, 
Usagi continued to chatter.
	“Did you know yours is the only door on this floor that doesn’t have a 
name plate?  That’s how I knew it had to be yours, but that’s so anti-social of 
you...” Usagi glanced at the doorway, which was devoid of any guest slippers.  
“Don’t get visitors much do you, Mamo-chan?”
	He blanched at the nickname, the dazed look still in his eyes as he 
watched her walk to the sofa in her stocking feet and hug Luna.
	“Silly kitty.”  She said, with mock-reproach.  Luna glared at her.  Usagi 
then gave Mamoru another sweet look, “Could I have some water too, please?”
	Luna watched Mamoru, apparently in utter rapture, walk zombie-like to the 
refrigerator.  To her horror, Usagi jumped up too, joining him at the door.  
“Oh, you have soda!  Can I have some of that instead, please?”
	“Of course.”  Mamoru wondered if he should ask how she knew where he 
lived, unless Luna told her... glancing at her as he poured the soda, he 
wondered if she was aware Luna could speak.  He decided not to risk it.
	Feeling his gaze, Usagi looked up at him and their eyes met.  Shaking, 
Mamoru put down the bottle before he spilled cola all over his kitchen floor.  
Still locked in her gaze, Mamoru felt something tugging at his memory.  Those 
blue eyes... the odango hair-style...  the incessant, birdlike chattering.
	“Fighter for justice...” he murmured suddenly, the soda forgotten as he 
reached out to brush a wayward blonde curl away from her face.
	Usagi’s eyes widened a little but she didn’t say anything.  Instead, she 
focused intently on him, looking almost afraid to breathe.  Before Mamoru could 
pull his hand away, she reached up and wrapped her fingers around his.  He 
swallowed nervously.
	“I-” Usagi began, thinking for a moment about what she was going to say.  
Mamoru was giving her his full attention, eyes not leaving hers, head bent 
forward to catch what she had to say.
	Luna frowned.  The energy between the two was amazing, poignant, and 
heart breaking.  What was Usagi-chan thinking?!  Tsukino Usagi was the famous 
Bishoujo senshi Sailormoon, Guardian of the Moon Princess and leader of the 
Sailor Senshi.  She did not have the precedent to be flirting with the man who 
dreamt of the princess.  ‘And what rationalism did you have, to bring them 
together?’  Luna asked herself, angrily, ‘and why do I still, somehow, believe 
it was the right thing to do?’
	“Are you going to finish your sentence, Odango atama?” he whispered to 
her, a ghost of a smile fluttering around his mouth.
	“That’s not my name...” she responded, knee-jerk reaction, frowning at 
him but not really angry.
	“I know your name,” he said, lowering his lips to hers, so close she 
could feel his breath on her face, “Usako.”
	It was just a second before their lips touched that Luna made her 
presence known, meowing loudly from her new position on the kitchen counter.
	To her surprise they didn’t jump away from each other in panic.  Instead 
Mamoru slowly lowered his hand back to his side and Usagi grabbed her glass of 
soda and took a sip.
	“Thanks for the cola, Mamo-chan,” she said, “Sorry Luna’s getting 
restless.”
	He nodded, slowly, remembering the real reason he wanted to talk to Luna, 
and how it didn’t really matter to him anymore.  “We need to talk, though.” He 
said, solemnly, not meeting her eyes.
	Usagi nodded, staring at the bubbles drifting to the surface of her 
drink.  Sure, it would have been nice to just spend the afternoon kissing him 
and save the serious conversation for, say, *never*, but he was right.  They 
needed to talk.  But what was she going to say?  
‘Gee, Mamo-chan, I know I haven’t known you that long or anything, but 
I’m completely head-over-heels in love with you.  And I’m not sure how, but I 
know you feel the same way about me.  But I’m also secretly a superhero in 
disguise.  You must have noticed that I look like Sailormoon.  I also have 
this...thing I don’t understand with Tuxedo Kamen.  And my talking cat seems to 
think you dream about our Moon Princess, so she’ll be pressing you for 
information a lot. So, what do you say about us having a serious relationship?  
Hey!  Come back here!!’
	She sighed.  She wanted to be with him always.  But how could that work?  
There was a whole part of her life he could never understand. 
	Usagi met his eyes and shrugged a little.
	“Well, what were you...going to say before?” he asked, leading the way 
back to his sofa.  She sat down, tucking her legs under her and gnawing on her 
lower lip. 
	“I was just going to apologize, for treating you so badly when I saw you 
yesterday morning.  I shouldn’t have been mean.  I just...didn’t know what to 
say.”  Usagi shrugged, “Besides I was really late.”
	Mamoru smiled at her, and Usagi realized he had a really amazing smile, 
when he used it.  “And I’m sorry I called you Odango atama.  Both yesterday and 
a minute ago.”
	She blushed.  “It’s ok.”
	A moment of silence.  He was watching her closely, she could feel it, 
even though she was staring at her hands.  “I, um... guess apologizing to you 
isn’t that bad.”  
	Mamoru grinned suddenly, “Yeah, well, I don’t mind when you get really 
mad at me, either.”
	With shock, she looked at his mischievous expression and turned deep red 
at the reminder of what happened at the arcade.  “I thought it would shut you 
up,” she muttered.
	“That’s so flattering,” he laughed.  He had a really nice laugh, too.  
Usagi figured it was probably even more rare then his smile.  She resolved to 
make him smile more, if she ended up with him.  After all, making people happy 
was one of the few things she could pride herself on being good at. 
	Luna watched the couple impatiently.  She was sick of feeling as if she 
didn’t exist, she *was* after all, here for a reason.  Luna also wasn’t too 
happy with the inquisitive look on Mamoru’s face whenever he watched Usagi.  
She knew he was mentally comparing Usagi to Sailormoon, and Luna felt nervous 
it would only be a matter of time before he figured it out.  That also left 
another strange question in her mind: how did he know as much about Sailormoon 
as he did?  How did he know about Luna?
	‘What a strange, mysterious, unsettling person.’  Luna thought, watching 
Mamoru has he laughed and joked with Usagi.  She had seen him go from cold-eyed 
questioner, to friendly host, to lovesick idiot in the space of about ten 
minutes at most.  And now he was acting differently altogether, in what Luna 
had an unsettling feeling, was closest to his true self.  With Usagi.  
	Luna shook her head.  Chiba Mamoru belonged to the moon princess, she 
knew that, it was fact, it was certain.  Yet from what she knew of the young 
man, it seemed so much better that he be with Usagi.  A fierce battle raged war 
in Luna chest and, frankly, she really didn’t feel like dealing with it.
	She had half a mind to just leave, the balcony was closed but she could 
probably open it.
	Just then Usagi blushed again, and murmured something ruefully that made 
Mamoru grin slyly and reach for her hand, bringing it slowly to his lips.
	‘Oh, well, I’m not leaving them alone together, either!’ she thought, 
mentally throwing her arms in the air.  
	
Usagi blushed a little when Mamoru laughed at her reason for kissing him.  
She shrugged a little.  “Yeah, well, it obviously didn’t work too well, did 
it?”
	She couldn’t say she disliked the smile spreading on his face, but it 
sure freaked her out a little.  
	“I’m pretty sure I shut up for a while there, Usako,” he took her hand 
gently, as she watched him nervously.
	It was moment before he gently pressed his lips to her knuckle.  He was 
teasing, that was obvious. But still, his eyes on her suddenly made her heart 
pound.
	This was about when Luna decided she’d had enough, evidently.  Luna 
jumped on Usagi’s lap and gave her a look that clearly said, ‘Get me out of 
here, now, or this sofa’s gonna be nothing but shreds and stuffing.’ It was 
especially  punctuated by Luna flexing her claws threateningly at her owner.
	“Um...yikes, well, I think Luna wants to go home now.”
	Luna gave Mamoru a hard look, meant to remind him of why Luna was here, 
and what he had so obviously wanted to find out.
	Mamoru stood up, the closed expression back on his face, a strange 
mixture of emotions floated through his eyes.
	“I...guess I’ll go now, then.”  Usagi said at the door. Reality was 
beginning rear it’s ugly head.  ‘Now what?’ she thought, realizing they were 
both watching each other warily.  
	“So...” Usagi extended her hand, smiling uncertainly.  “Friends?” she 
asked, again biting at her lip nervously.
	He carefully took her hand in his, “Ok, Oda— Usagi-chan.  I’ll see you 
around the arcade sometime I’m sure.”
	So that was his answer.  ‘I’ll see you around’?!  What was that all 
about?  And if he wasn’t going to call her Usako, he might as well have the 
decency to stick with ‘Odango atama.’  ‘Usagi-chan’ was what her parents, 
classmates and friends called her.  *Everyone* called her Usagi-chan....she 
didn’t want him to be everyone. 
	Frowning, she faced him defiantly, little chin raised in the air.  “Of 
course, Mamoru-kun.  I guess I will see you then.”  She then turned and walked 
away, carrying her shoes in her hand until she was safely in the hallway and 
his door was closed. 
	‘Baka!’ she thought angrily, not sure if she meant Luna or Mamoru or 
herself.  With tears in her eyes she shoved her feet into her shoes and hurried 
out of the building.
	She and Luna didn’t talk to each other the entire way home.  
	Mamoru watched them leave, silently from his balcony, his eyes the frozen 
ice-shards that hadn’t been seen in his face for a long while.

	And night fell, Saturday turned into Sunday, Sunday into Monday, and 
Monday faded into Tuesday.
	And Tuesday had almost melted into Wednesday when the urgent scream 
echoed through the night outside Mizuno Ami’s apartment.  The alert came. 
And the Sailor Senshi came running...and Tuxedo Kamen watched attentively.
	And so Wednesday began just as the youma fell and it was Wednesday’s moon 
that witnessed the next hour’s scene.
	Wednesday... the day the Greeks named after the mischievous Hermes, the 
god of tricksters and thieves and those who hide their face from the world. And 
Wednesday, perhaps a fateful day, or perhaps it was just this one day in the 
endless parade of nights and mornings all over the world, that was marked with 
meaning.
	‘Either way,’ Luna thought back, ‘this was a night to remember.’


End part six

I was born on a Wednesday...or maybe it was a Thursday... I don’t remember.  
X.X

~Antigone