Trash Bin Number Eight

[Amid the clamor, I could faintly hear you crying]

[I struggled awake from my deep sleep]

[You stood before the dark forest, lonely, lost, and adrift]

[You said you couldn't see the future, couldn't see any hope]

[So I took your hand and went with you to seek the one you were waiting for]

This story is a very, very slow burn. Read with caution.

= = Someone's style is awful, their writing is awful, and their stories aren't any good.

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