

When the Bombs FellWhen the Bombs FellWhen the Bombs Fell
By Eric Seeley
You wake up and look out the cold glass. You cant see well, the frost dims the lights on the street down there. You go to your bag and take out your coat and scarf.
On the street, you fade like the haze that surfs the sky. It is grey, and bland, but the bright lights shine on the wet, iced streets. It snowed last night, and it will rain all day.
You stop at a stand to check the news. Who knows what changed last
WANNA HAVE SEX HAHA
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the world in my eyes...
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New OC Tournament! I brought you AFL 1-3, now take part in 1DF - One Dollar Fighter!
Seriously, I can think of a million kickass versions we could do. XD
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Fuck. =3
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