Penitence & Therapy pt6
Monday, November 23rd, 2009A sound like a gentle rush of steam from a breached pipe, slowly filling the air with humidity and heat. A sound that announced some imminent, turgid thought about to issue forth from between the teeth that made the sound a sigh by the pernicious act of holding in a soul crushing groan.
“I’m still really pissed off that my lead didn’t come through.” Harvey said, grinding his molars.
This was the present.
A time in which a thing merely is.
Trey, however, was still preening his nails.
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