After reminiscing on the last episode of an amazing tv show that was in production for a large chunk of time in my life, I realized why I scowl lately when I hear that ever scarring combination of a consonant and a number
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The smell of burnt flesh still sears my sinuses the sound of metal grinding bone shakes me from my sleep. The gears still turn the workers unaware. If only they knew what happened there.