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A loud report, and the once life – filled body crumpled to the ground. No one seemed to notice that he wasn’t wearing any clothes. And it didn’t matter any way. He was just one more air breathing, food eating. Money grabbing automation.


I walked across a memory, and fell into a forgotten place; it was a lapse in memory. I’ve hurt myself. As I climb to the edge of the cranial recall.

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