Monday, February 23, 2004
In the end there could only be one.
After a week of paranoia I made my move. Ben in the afternoon, in the ribs. Deidra in the back on the stairs of McCabe. I returned to my room, drained of all that had pushed me this far. It has ended.
After a week of paranoia I made my move. Ben in the afternoon, in the ribs. Deidra in the back on the stairs of McCabe. I returned to my room, drained of all that had pushed me this far. It has ended.
