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[misterandre]

He said no, not today. Lying down for their feet had become all too familiar. It wasn’t the waffle patterns on his head that drove him crazy; it was something from the inside. That worm that every day, made its way another inch, slowly breaking the surface like a canon. His canon was pack and primered with desolation. They gave him the fuse, and

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