marc arcadipane
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marc arcadipane
So. Behind their eyes the hope in them was sickening, and in many, dead. They lived from event to event with a subtle terror of the gap between, filling up their lives with distractions to avoid the emptiness where curiosity should have been, and breathing a gasp of relief when the children passed the point of asking questions about what life was for.
Me.
Of course.
I'll whack yer ****in heads in with a ratchet
I whip on horses at the rock jam sessions. I'm a rockstar.