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Friday, June 29, 2012

Michael Stephen sat in the break room until Jake Windsor rushed in to immediately break his silence into pieces. It cracked in mid air. It shattered as soon as it hit the floor. The little life it had was soon deceased. "What is it Jake?" "How did you know it was me?" said Jake. "Do you remember?We... Sign in to see full entry.

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