Now, at my end, I can fully see. My last job opened in me a fear, a real fear. A fear of animals, of robots, and what they truly do. All that I was is now lost. Hope? Purpose? Pleasure? All meaningless. I now sit in the booth between halls, and it is there that I have glimpsed what lives in the dark corners of the pizza parlor.
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Gant47
Aug 18, 2014 at 11:12PM EDT
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