pt. 2.

[noneeedforaname]

Eight songs later, I arrive at work. The old man sitting next to me has been stealing glances towards me since I took the seat, and though as much as he tries to feign disinterest, I can't help but notice his akjsldf;jd. As I get up, he grabs my arm. I turn, and finally take a good look into his face. His eyes have a glossy, vacant look, and his

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[keepemdead]

novel, i can feel it. do it i fucking dare you! i'm really digging this shit, i'm on edge for the next.