Things get stashed away. Forgotten.
For just too long.
For just too long.
Sometimes we still want to give them the time of their lives.
Sometimes there's only one way out.
Some days, we have fun.
And other days it has us.
By the throat.
("This one's for Alena!" shouted Derek inexorably.)
("This one's for Alena!" shouted Derek inexorably.)
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