Every time the thunder cracks over head, I am reminded of the mercenary that spent countless nights in missionary on a quest for liquid gold. My gold. He is a condottiere of alphas that have yet to touch down and a lover not of this time.
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I know you've heard this before but there are people in my head. A few of them are good and then there are the bad ones too. Together we muse quite often on the absurdities of life. This is our minutes of meetings. View all posts by 4everQuixotic