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Martin tries to unravel what he stumbled in on

“I can explain,” he pleaded, though it came out more like, “I cah eshlaih,” with his mouth stretched around the barrel of my shotgun. I raised my eyebrows, dark rage bubbling inside. “Explain?!” I spat. “Oh, this ought to be good. Let me guess, you came r...


the smoke curled to the ceiling

WaitingMoose gone at 9.Sean right along at 9.Jon missing at 12.Tiger cold at the corner at 14.Sitting in your chair shotgun on your lap.Nose running, smoke curling to the ceiling.Steps coming up the stairs.Waiting...