Okay, so what happened is,
trascendenza secretly decided to write little stories for heaps of her flist/circle. And mine, oh, just take a look at mine! If you can pry it out of my hands!
Gun. Darien had been on the other end of that barrel before, but rarely when he was sane enough to fear it, and never with this gut-wrenching certainty that Bobby was going
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