Half Light

Isaac. "Кто вы? Почему вы всё ещё живы?" The harsh words were delivered by a woman in a sharp black uniform. Her short, efficient haircut was sleek black as well, and didnt look natural, although it couldve been the lighting. In one hand, she carried a crop, in the other, a stack of files.Isaac.
The man she was facing was bound to the rickety wooden chair. His breath emitted sharp puffs of white-ish smoke into the airit was well below freezing point in
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Death grows...
thankyou
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carina's photography
Ya - We played music and stuff.
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Death grows...
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Death grows...
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Death grows...
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Every time I want a thorough conversation, I attract wankers
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Drawn into the light
Contented to be, sated and defined
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