First we were babies, we're birthing and dying And then we were children, we're playing and crying And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing -- Still wracked with grief over Geno's now however long ago death and overwhelmed by Fresh's newfound emotions, Error does something he regrets. If his life wasn't going downhill already, it certainly is now. -- Somewhat sequel to CQ's Years Later fic, but reading it is not required to know what's going on. -- Read it on AO3! There's better formatting! http://archiveofourown.org/works/7535626/chapters/17131825
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