Amber Poe, again and again.

After pacing through the second portion of my note-to-self (the fine print) several times, we came to a poorly maintained retaining wall. The uncomfortable tingling sensation in my extremities flared as I touched the deeply lined stone. Trent stood on in slice as I followed my hands, pressing my fingers into the ruts where the mortar had been.
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Amber Poe, from the wee hours of the morning.

The room goes black. Time stops in my hands; a tether I can feel pulling against the skin of my fingers. I can remember a time when I didn’t things like this happened to people.
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[Yes, there is some missing. How do you like them apples?]

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By far the best quote of the day:

"'So, what are you going to do with your vote?' - 'I'm going to rub it all over my genitals.'"

Vote Soap - Clean Up Your Act!