Lestat (flambeauvivant) wrote,

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Alright, roundly pissed off with his internet connection Lestat here.

One sultry summer night beneath a lamp-like moon you might find your feet treading an unfamiliar path along a city street. You might drift on the hum of distant traffic spiralling towards a large silent sky... and then barely sidestep a computer being thrown with considerable force in a shower of fractured window fragments from three floors above your head.

I'm often sorely tempted.
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