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post 1628989843 01-18-2021, 06:00 PM
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it was a rainy night

The kind of night where you just get lost in your own thoughts. Staring out the window of this apartment. If you could call it that. Most people wouldn't look twice at it, a mattress on the floor, a sink by the window, single stove by the door. Then again most people wouldn't be caught dead in this part town. No, this place was where dreams went to die. The junkies, the poor, those on the run from the law. That's who called this place home. Which one was I?

A knocking at the door. At this time of night? But who ....

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Originally Posted By betaProvider117⏩
The kind of night where you just get lost in your own thoughts. Staring out the window of this apartment. If you could call it that. Most people wouldn't look twice at it, a mattress on the floor, a sink by the window, single stove by the door. Then again most people wouldn't be caught dead in this part town. No, this place was where dreams went to die. The junkies, the poor, those on the run from the law. That's who called this place home. Which one was I?

A knocking at the door. At this time of night? But who ....

is this fromt he warriors
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