Rhombus Red
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MatureComplete Thu, Nov 30, 20237m
"About eight steps out of the building and into the parking lot, he collapsed. He screamed out and began to rive in pain. His back began to bend and morph, moving in ways he could not bear. He tried to rise but when he did, his back brought him back down, the pain becoming way too much. He crouched on his hands and knees, screaming for help."
A play on addiction
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