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Rising


Before I left the Underworld, I stopped and asked him one more question.


  “Hey Icky?”


      “Yes?” 


       “What do you do after falling from the sky?”


        Icarus frowned at me. 


            “Well, if you don't die from it, you rise.”


    I considered his answer for a minute, before saying,


      “Thanks Icky.”


        “Stop calling me that," he snapped.



CH 4/9/26

 
 
 

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