B.O.A.T.S. -- VERSAccident
this; inevitable. It was waiting to happen. And my Warthog was still in the shop. I was on my way to work like usual. But today, it was raining; no, it was pouring. The skies were not too friendly; something was, for a lack of a better word, "different." An odd smell permeated the atmosphere, and no, it wasn't me
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