Oct 10, 2019
there are times he can’t help but think of rotting body, planted six feet under, in a graveyard hundreds of smiles away. barbara’s right along beside it. a thought that makes skin crawl and throat dry, something that bothers him just as much as the hotel’s darkness. “ we’re dead. dark, and depressing is part of the job description isn’t it ? ” glass is raised to his lips, a sip taken. adam winces at the taste, the burn he feels all the way down his throat, to nonexistent stomach.
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