Reaching the bottom of his deep pocket the tip of his fingers sunk into the pad of butter.
The fear of the darkness death brought was the true nature of his statement. Death was easy, darkness, now that was too much. Being freakishly aware in womb he remembered how his life began in darkness. The constant dull rhythmic…
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