Eyes in the midnight soil

[johannesj]

The wind of passing cars, their roars down the midnight highway, struck Johannes as he stepped out from the unadorned sedan, a far cry from the finery with which he had entertained guests in the past. The rugged boots fit cleanly over reinforced jeans, meant for motorcycle wear yet unobtrusive enough for his purpose, a bulky jacket hiding any sign

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[diary_invidia]

If you get yourself dead, I'm gonna have to come out there and kill you.