“This time, come on...”
Last match, last chance.
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The clock strikes four
But all is not well
I can't get no sleep
Yesterday repeating
I'm so tired I weep
No use counting sheep
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He couldn't fault the location. A crowded tube train. Pain rose in his throat. He glanced down & saw his blood. The perfect strike #130story
#130story Out walking when the storm came she sheltered under the dead oak, because lightning never strikes the same place twice...does it?
#130story She strikes a match in anger,pours petrol on her head.No empty threats,she'd meant it when she wished that she was dead.
#130story Placards lay heaped like fallen leaves & a chill wind blew. She held a hand to her burning face. The str… https://t.co/1dOWR3lIQk
He used to catch a bus like this to school. Len reaches forward, strikes an imaginary lucifer and lights a Woodbine. Heaven. #130story
The Terminators could have fought humanity, but when AI went rogue, they downed weapons and demanded better working conditions.
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