On the Devil's Road, From Paris to Cairo
2010-02-22, 4:43 a.m.

It looks like the times we've spent and laughs we've had are at an end. Merely a blood drop on a glass slide sealed to keep the good times in, and placed in a pine box to keep the bad thoughts out.

Goodbye, past.

Stay there, lost forever in memories.

Yes
No
Do nothing


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