garbagechild: prognosis: terminal. incurable. (diagnosis: creeping sense of otherness)
Wrath ([personal profile] garbagechild) wrote 2015-02-28 05:16 pm (UTC)

No, he ate my lunch.

My whole lunch. Gone.

[He stares down at the hands that HAD ONCE HELD A LUNCH OF SOME KIND. :(]

It all happened so fast.

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