Murphy, Kevin

Mar 11, 2007 22:00

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The room was cold. The lights were harsh on his eyes, and he couldn’t find a comfortable way to sit, every position hurt. He focused on the physical space he was in, detached and unaware of why he was there. Every few minutes, he could hear movement outside the door, and the reason why he was there would come rushing back to ( Read more... )

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the_glass_jc March 12 2007, 03:13:19 UTC
This is the worst carp I've ever read.

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