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Ain't Nothin Like Gumbo (2)
by BJ
"Time of death 7:22" The words echoed through his brain. He'd been hiding out here at the cabin for a week, everyone was leaving him alone.
"Logan" Storm's quiet voice called from outside the closed door "May I come in?"
"Yeah, come on in."
Storm entered the small cabin and took in Logan's gaunt features, for someone with healing powers he looked barely alive. "He wouldn't want this. He'd want you to go on, find some reason to be happy."
Logan leaned against the wall,a tear fell from his eye "Ain't nothin like Gumbo."
"I know." she tearfully replied.
BJ