30
Jan
2008
0:00 AM

This Is The Last Stop

or (Christmas, part one)

How do you want to die?

One

The small room smelled of urine and industrial antiseptics. The walls were painted a light blue, not there was was much light to see the colors by. A wavering line danced up and down on the screen, tracing its irregular path. Steady beepin...

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