i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
9th-Jan-2014 07:28 am (UTC) - latetags this like a jerk don't look at me
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Gods, I don't— [But she was right. They only had ten minutes.] Five, maybe six minutes at most.
[A pained, supremely bitter afterthought:]
You'd pass out in three.