And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
- William Shakespeare (from A Midsummer Night's Dream)
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Story by skinnerdaron
Away.
I thought I was safe.
I thought I was away from all this.
All this time finding the perfect neighborhood, h...