"The tragically ludicrous, the ludicrously tragic."
Thursday, July 23, 2009
"I Can Hear Them. In My Head."
Brewster cocked the shot-gun. He looked at Lizzie. Only one shell left. Not even enough to take care of themselves. "Close your eyes, baby," he whispered. "It'll be over soon."
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