I find myself asking that question over and over. Sometimes in my head, more often a loud… Where are you now, pop? It’s a cruel trick, I say, if this is all there is. If we live, die, the end. Blackout. …
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I find myself asking that question over and over. Sometimes in my head, more often a loud… Where are you now, pop? It’s a cruel trick, I say, if this is all there is. If we live, die, the end. Blackout. …
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