The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“Blow it out your arse Leroy. We know exactly what you’re working towards, and we won’t have anything to do with it.” A man not much older than Leroy says as he steps inside the small circle that’s been formed.
“I should’ve known you’d be involved in all this Woodworth.”
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