Happy Halloween to all because it'll be like a year before I update this journal again.


Cross FireDavis lay motionless, sandwiched between cotton sheets and thin blankets. Briefly he wondered what had woken him up. Then he felt the numb tingling that was his arm. Slowly, trying not to wake his wife, he slid his comatose arm out from under her. His other arm was lying at his side; he moved it up to his wifes hip and patted it softly. His eyes were closed and for a moment he thought about just going back to sleep without opening them. After a few seconds of indecision, and then a few more of hesitation, he willed his heavy lids open. For a moment all he saw was the fog of sleep drifting lazily in front of his vision, everything in theCross Fire
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Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?
Urban Exploration
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Dance, magic dance.
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For H.
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For H.
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Dance, magic dance.
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For H.
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Dance, magic dance.
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For H.
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Dance, magic dance.
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