Tag: Ozzy Craven
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. XXI
The flashing lights of the ambulance got smaller and smaller until they disappeared into the hellish night. The sirens shrank lower and lower until all that was heard was the sound of unintelligible chatter, my own breathing and the tears falling to the pavement. There was a crowd of people, some had participated in the […]
SEAN GABLER 