I’ve never been the first choice, or I suspect, the second or third, but I am the last man standing. Apparently, in the days of
Jones has a deep sense of something urgent lately. He cannot think what. The feeling is like a blind pimple he cannot bring to a
It was past midnight and my brain hummed with a thousand ideas that popped through my consciousness. as my brain was on fire and my
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