Mitosis

> > “I wanna kiss you!” I shouted. “Like the wind kisses the ra-i-ain!”

> > I belted out the song as loudly as I could. Tia had played it earlier, and I knew the words, though I’d been too distracted by the whole getting-strangled-then-getting-shot thing to listen closely.

> > I’d heard it as a child, played time and time again on the radio until I and pretty much everyone else got sick of it.

> > Mitosis melted in front of me. I stopped, breathing deeply, as a second clone crawled over the melting form of the first.

> > “Cute,” he growled. “How long can you sing, little human? How are you feeling? I smell your blood. It—”

> > “I’m gonna miss you,” I shouted, “like the sun misses the ra-i-ain!”

> > He melted.

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