Michael. Alexander. The Winslow Brothers.
A small log cabin sits on the edge of a lake. Birds chirp in the new day as dew paints the grass for miles. The lake is quiet as you walk through the forest. Then it hits you; "Why the hell am I in a Forest?"
Before you sits the cabin. Is it empty? Are the brothers home? Why are there so many questions?
Just Knock, already.
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Mar 19, 2016 12:16AM
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