"I walked into that autumn chill with a sense of dread I’d never known before. Not fear of what had just transpired. But what was to come. And I knew it. I knew it was indisputable. It gnawed inside. But I kept walking, believing I could outrace it, be free of the cold pall that was dropping like winter itself."
This, yes. Cold creeping up my spine, the spine I cannot feel anymore, the spine that knows violence.
— Sep 27, 2016 01:19PM
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