He should know. He had enough time to run, or to wrench the blaster out of his arms Instead, he stood there, unmoving, trying to ignore pain radiating through his chest
Broken heart, maybe
Day 3 of @codex-week
part two of
There is something warm on his face. It's blood and he’s just killed a traitor. There is something warm on his face. It’s a kiss, from someo
ALT 2: DO ANDROIDS DREAM OF ELECTRIC SHEEP BY PHILIP K. DICK
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