Collecting a Friend

shortstories-oliverjhunt:

A feeling of nausea and shock crawls slowly over me as my legs become weak. In the back of my head, I hear a monotonous beep, beep, beep, coming from a room close to this one. I say nothing. Not because of any modesty, I am truly left speechless. I can only remember the first time I was left…

01/02/12 at 9:38pm
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