As he angrily barks out orders to his minions, Gordon's fat fingers ache with need, to finally wipe the slate clean.
He is tired; he wants to go home.
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Wednesday, March 2, 2016
Microstories: The World Ends
Big, round, and RED, it sits sanctimoniously in the middle of the desk.
As he angrily barks out orders to his minions, Gordon's fat fingers ache with need, to finally wipe the slate clean.
He is tired; he wants to go home.
As he angrily barks out orders to his minions, Gordon's fat fingers ache with need, to finally wipe the slate clean.
He is tired; he wants to go home.
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