
Past the TV. Through the hallway. To the bathroom. “2,484″ fuel points! Past the bookcase. In the den. Back to the TV. “2,492″ fuel points! I turn again, steps muffled by the carpet. Did I make it? Yes, thank God, and just in time; it’s 11:56 p.m. I stop. Catch my breath. Trudge upstairs. It’s… Read More…







































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