. i'll cut the cable. slip my head through. kick the table. tie the loose end through. i gotta go. . thankfully not a sound. the pulsing begins to pound. as dante just wings around
Dear Luca. How's it been six years running. Away from the girl I knew?. At least who I thought you were. Dear Luca. Maybe I got it all wrong. Maybe you were meant to stay. Maybe you were happy that