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  • Writer's pictureDruid

Simplex


He waxed, waned and waited.


Maybe tonight was the night, this would be the last fucking godforskaen soiree that my dumbass would ever have to participate in again.


Oh! The horror of certitude.


Death, methinks, is not quite as easy to piss off, although that bitch is random as hell.





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