This ficlet is dedicated with harmony to
frimeuse . Persistence is futile. And yet we persist. We are doomed to experience a fiery death.
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"Gabi?" Troy called out, closing the door of their modest one bedroom apartment in Palo Alto, California.
His girlfriend of seven years didn't respond, however he knew that she was home - the front blinds
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