Not Spared
The roads seemed so messy, Mike guess on the hastiness. Was he really a reincarnation? He didn’t know, maybe. The reason was fictional, maybe, but the logics, logics behind them, they weren’t made up. It matched every f*****g description. The conscious and subconscious rivalry, the messages, the individuals, the descriptions, all couldn’t be just coincidence altogether. The car stopped. Trip to Kansas was a long journey. He stopped by a bar. The bar looked quite soothing from inside. Organized, decorated with fine stock of boozes. He sat in the front tool. The lights were quite low, adjustable to his tired eyes. A woman was playing violin, sitting in a corner. Mike loved the tune, the sound coming from that corner. It was really something else. He could feel the violin, tuning hi
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