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Crucible

A flood light from the ground up means a stud might turn his sound up, put his gloves on for the pound-up, and you’re too old and fat to low crawl, so why the hell did you make that phone call? Who knows? Maybe if placed on death-ground, you’ll fight valiantly. Maybe it’s worth simply dying if you can’t. Any damned thing’s better than what you’re doing right now. Confused whores on your flat bed, your best friend is a crack head, and shattering the darkness is a floodlight, from the ground up. Just follow the thing, and see where it leads—old man.

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