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Monday, 10 September 2012

The Suicide Garden Part VII: Fire

One second and it was over, careening into the snow banks on the 97 Northbound.
She didn’t know what it was. Maybe the age of the truck. Maybe the damage she’d done to the engine as she sped away on the asphalt.
She had a feeling it was him, though.
Posted by shvaugncraig at 9/10/2012 11:40:00 pm
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