background: cat noises.
a really bad trip to the emergency.
Unless you have a training from raiding SanMarco, a coldness and an uncommon ability to react explosively. Nothing could be further from my being, unfortunately, that seems to 'feel' ...
I'm in the limbo of insomnia, the beast that looks at the door of the den, is a beacon. How did we get here? suffer panic insect crushed but the responsibility ...
Rest in doubt, looking away, hoping to pass out near my hand sore. Healthy fear of not being able to watch the jet wake, then sleep for fear of not being able to get up tomorrow ...
tomorrow, tomorrow will greet you. tomorrow. still and always tomorrow ...
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