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fab gets an alarming call from his wife.

she screams into the phone the

previous events that unfolded

at their house.


fab silently says

"pack your bags,"


"it's time to move on."


fab lifts himself up from the office

chair, and heads to the break room.

he grabs a sizable piece of cake,

just to start sprinting down the

pathway.


free from his boss.

free from his worries.

free from his pets.

free from his parents.

free from his life,


his sickening life,

that he fell into.





as he gets in the car,

he's easily going 90 in

seconds.





broom, broom,


get out of the way.











said is dead,

in his bed,

his parents were sick in the head,

he had a nasty leg,

infected.








said said ,"please help me"
then he got hit in the head.

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