"The tragically ludicrous, the ludicrously tragic."
Thursday, January 1, 2009
A Quantum of Pigeon.
Gertie stared at the skinned, rotating corpses, her face stoic. It was too late to save them. She'd have to mourn later. Tonight-- tonight she'd put a bullet in the Colonel herself.
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