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[jrcorn]

It was a dark and stupid night, his conscience ate at him without remorse. He attempted to silence the voices reminding him of all his poor choices, but it slowly turned from a small choir until it reach a deafening crescendo of self scorn

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[subplot]

How's things in Cali, Joe?

[jrcorn]

Eh. As usual I jump into things I feel are well thought out and planned, only to find them suddenly different, and I'm completely wrong.