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[andivarinaut]

That is what Archer contemplated as he sat alone, drowned in the shadows of his silent office. One week since Kimbley had gone and died. Seven days. In each one of those one hundred and sixty-eight hours, Frank ashamedly thought of pulling that trigger.

Where or whom the bullet would hit was unknown to him. He could blow his brains out with

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[the_new_thing]

Yes! The community lives!
And this was awesome. So awesome.
XD

[andivarinaut]

And yes! It liiiiiives!

And thank you, I'm flattered! :]