“leaving me. I happily painted trees and listened to fleet…” — Morbid at 45:09
“leaving me. I happily painted trees and listened to fleet foxes until I was brought back to my current reality by a loud, insanely loud bang at the front door about five feet from me. Shit, shit, your pants. It shook the whole cabin. It made my paint water ripple and made my throat clench, but it did not wake up…”
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