it haunts me like a ghost...
Everyday on the way home from work he passes the house on the left side of the road, just across the street from the coolant river. He doesn't look everytime, but when he does it's ussually followed by a grimace and a look of absolute disdain. A feeling that would never dissapate, or get better with time. It wasn't something he could take back, or
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