xxx His mouth are standing in the line to the Gate. The hunger is dropping on the floor, surrounded by the awkward silence of the similar mouths. Waiting. The queue is moving. Slowly. He’s trying to practice on the way to the doors, shamelessly biting the fingernails between the moments of fear. He is across the […]
via The Door to Hell — raynotbradbury
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