This story takes place when Zim and Dib are 17 and Gaz is 16.
Shivers are sent down my spine as the cold evening breeze rushes past me. I take a look around, below me. 9 stories down. Families walking and running with their dogs and children. So i stop and think, do i really need to scar these children with my lifeless body and blood hitting the pavement? No, it doesnt matter, they'll just grow up disacrating the loner. The one who wants to be alone but desperatley needs interatcion with others, but wont let them in, fearing they with just hurt her. Throw her aside, just like her mother and...
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