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One hundred and five, one hundred and six… the late evening was wearing heavy on me, blurring my vision. The glittering points of light against midnight fused till it looked like a painter had taken a brush and painted a wh
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He slowly padded his way down the carpeted hallway, each shuffled step as determined as the last to find it’s destination. And the destination? No where in particular. Or, if there was a destination, it was soon forgotten
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