Regardless Lisa began to wonder about Love. Love, that passionate entity that lived in the hearts of all. The merciless thing that was didn't need to be told where to live, and could survive without anything. Why would Love need protection, what force could detach it from our hearts? He looks over us from his warm resting place in our hearts. Waiting patiently with his bow drawn, ready to fire at the slightest sign of attraction. Been waiting there since the begining of our existance or creation. There was a great chance he would soon find the reminance of love on the floor in front of him. She was both joyous and sympethatic. Poor Johnney! He shant have tuh fall into the trap set for him. She sent Denny to convice him to talk, but Johnney refused. These family members knew jus how tuh deal with this sickness, but continued to be oblivious to the problem. He would be able to make a full recovery as soon as the relationship had been torn to pieces. He wasn't going to suffer anymore. So he believed. But Denny told her the truth, so she understood. And even if he didn't say anything, the following evening she would have found out, people started arriving to the party in the small cramped apartment. Family and friends who wouldn't dare say anything started to talk and converse. Just mingled with eachother and waited for the events to unfold. Regret, that heart wrenching feeling, crept into into their hearts.
In this pastiche i decided to replace the idea of death with the idea of love. In the first few sentences i kept the topic of them the same, describing love and where it lived. In the next sentence i kept the use of a weapon but choose to change it from a sword to a bow. I did this in order to relate love to something like cupid, much like Hurston related death to god or a powerful being. I also kept the use of Hurstons dialect in the center of the paragraph, but only adding a few words to not overpower the passage. All the punctuation is also kept the same in hopes that it would create the same effect Hurston did.
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