C R I M S O N V I L L E
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[ 11: 30 PM ]
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N A T H A N I E L’S P O V
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The humming of my car engine comes to a stop as I slip out the key. I step out of the door with my briefcase hanging down my left hand. I'm so tired, having worked all day at the office, so many papers to sign, and no one else to take my place. It just got to be my signature.
The work, coupled with the thought is just torture. I'm more concerned about the thoughts. I've been thinking about what happened last night, and it makes me restless. I slept through out the night thinking about how Katerina was ripping those wolves apart. I almost dreamt about it out of the joy, anticipating the moment Katerina comes back to this place with that aw
