Lumière’s Guest
Monday, January 25th, 2010
“I opened the door, and there he stood in a puddle of rainwater. He said terrible things were holding him down. Said he felt like he was carrying an invisible bomb as big as the world on his back.”
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“I opened the door, and there he stood in a puddle of rainwater. He said terrible things were holding him down. Said he felt like he was carrying an invisible bomb as big as the world on his back.”
