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Monday, May 27, 2013

Remorse


Mental Health
The Botulism Twins advanced, and George took three involuntary steps back before running into a wall. One grinned (and no one could ever tell them apart) and stretched his length of chain tight between his hands, while the other spit out the butt of a cigar. George was pretty sure his seconds were numbered, and he couldn't think of a single way out of this mess.

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