what. the. fuck.

Oct 28, 2005 21:17

He sat straight up in bed, hissing curses and clenching the wrist of his left hand so hard it hurt. But no, it was still attached, not buried in his chest, and the ring was still his. He was as alive as he was going to get. This was his own room in the mansion. It'd been ... a dream ( Read more... )

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osborn_journals December 5 2005, 17:53:10 UTC

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