Friday, June 19, 2015

Letters from the Dead pt. 52

As I drove home my head was swimming.
Ashtyn knew what she was talking about, but to her all this stuff was old hat.
She had seen and dealt with things that I could never comprehend. 

All of this, the talk of spells and rights and blood sacrifices, was pretty fucking new.
It was also really hard to take in.

I needed a drink. I needed to sleep. 

I needed to make it all end.


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