Sweet mother of Christ it's cold out there. I thought the sun rising would have removed the chill but I ended up walking along with my arms bunched up around me, swearing about just how fucking cold it is out there. And Smoke wants to go out there. She's crazy!
Spirit Street
Inside a broken clock
Splashing the wine
With all the rain dogs.


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