Some days, I hate the PTB's and I know they hate me back.
There I was, quite happily entertaining guests in the parlor, and WHAM. I get hit with a vision. And when I say hit? I mean falling-down-pain-to-the-skull-HIT. Like before. I don't know, maybe it's the time travel thing, wonked me out. I don't care All I know is it scared the living
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