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Looking in the Lava Lamp
Doctor Clarence says I have an incredibly diverse imagination, if only it could be focused in the right direction. Says the aerosols I used to inhale probably twisted my perspective a bit. Really though, I doubt it.
All we ever used to do was have a laugh. We’d sit in that warehouse, the one that smelt like damp concrete and echoed every time you spoke in it, we used to think that was amazing. We’d go there to get away from the bugs. That’s what we’d call everyone else, the bugs.1 review - read now
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