

A Fallacy SmileIts raining outside. The soothing pitter patter of precipitation drums a cadence against my window. To where are we marching? My room is a simple ten by twenty living space on what seems to be the tenth floor of this building. Its not so bad really, once you get past the smell of moldy decay and sweat stained sheets. I wonder how many others have been here before me; I wonder why they left. I move to lie down on the bed, rumpled sheets forming a veritable barrier for me and my thoughts. My laptop rests on my stomach, the warm whir of the hard drive and elA Fallacy Smile
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