11 Aug '19 11:14>
@torunn saidIt was a short life...but hey, sometimes that happens eh?
All's well that ends well...
@torunn saidIt was a short life...but hey, sometimes that happens eh?
All's well that ends well...
@great-big-stees saidIt was, but happy end maybe?
It was a short life...but hey, sometimes that happens eh?
@torunn saidI think, and it's just my opinion, it was anticlimactic and abrupt.
It was, but happy end maybe?
@great-big-stees saidIt was, if you write another sentence maybe I can catch on?
I think, and it's just my opinion, it was anticlimactic and abrupt.
@great-big-stees saidIt was a 46-year-old Eric who was finally released from the asylum, all his worldly possessions contained in a small yellow suitcase. Meeting him at the gate his sister Minerva, whisked him off. - Minerva had brought a change of clothes for Eric, along with a razor, as they had not allowed him to shave whilst being "helped" at the institution. He should be grateful but gratitude was not what he felt at that moment. Instead, Eric - his eyes darting back and forth, had enough sense to realize that it was better to wait until he was outside the institution, before he decided what to do next. What he did feel was a sense of relief and a love of his dear sister, because of all of his family, she alone had stood by him through thick and thin, which, the thin part, he now looked. He knew he had to stop using meth by now but he thought maybe it was too late. But it was all too late; too late to get clean and too late to come clean about the freezer in mother’s basement, the contents of which gave him a chill thrill as he paced through the familiar white corridors.
It was a 46-year-old Eric who was finally released from the asylum, all his worldly possessions contained in a small yellow suitcase. Meeting him at the gate his sister Minerva, whisked him off. - Minerva had brought a change of clothes for Eric, along with a razor, as they had not allowed him to shave whilst being "helped" at the institution. He should be grateful bu ...[text shortened]... s "incarceration" he'd dated a MacTavish lass but he remembered her as having auburn hair not blond.
@ghost-of-a-duke saidIt was a 46-year-old Eric who was finally released from the asylum, all his worldly possessions contained in a small yellow suitcase. Meeting him at the gate his sister Minerva, whisked him off. - Minerva had brought a change of clothes for Eric, along with a razor, as they had not allowed him to shave whilst being "helped" at the institution. He should be grateful but gratitude was not what he felt at that moment. Instead, Eric - his eyes darting back and forth, had enough sense to realize that it was better to wait until he was outside the institution, before he decided what to do next. What he did feel was a sense of relief and a love of his dear sister, because of all of his family, she alone had stood by him through thick and thin, which, the thin part, he now looked. He knew he had to stop using meth by now but he thought maybe it was too late. But it was all too late; too late to get clean and too late to come clean about the freezer in mother’s basement, the contents of which gave him a chill thrill as he paced through the familiar white corridors.
It was a 46-year-old Eric who was finally released from the asylum, all his worldly possessions contained in a small yellow suitcase. Meeting him at the gate his sister Minerva, whisked him off. - Minerva had brought a change of clothes for Eric, along with a razor, as they had not allowed him to shave whilst being "helped" at the institution. He should be grateful bu ...[text shortened]... ass but he remembered her as having auburn hair not blond.
"Eric," whispered an unfamiliar voice.
@great-big-stees saidIt was a 46-year-old Eric who was finally released from the asylum, all his worldly possessions contained in a small yellow suitcase. Meeting him at the gate his sister Minerva, whisked him off. - Minerva had brought a change of clothes for Eric, along with a razor, as they had not allowed him to shave whilst being "helped" at the institution. He should be grateful but gratitude was not what he felt at that moment. Instead, Eric - his eyes darting back and forth, had enough sense to realize that it was better to wait until he was outside the institution, before he decided what to do next. What he did feel was a sense of relief and a love of his dear sister, because of all of his family, she alone had stood by him through thick and thin, which, the thin part, he now looked. He knew he had to stop using meth by now but he thought maybe it was too late. But it was all too late; too late to get clean and too late to come clean about the freezer in mother’s basement, the contents of which gave him a chill thrill as he paced through the familiar white corridors.
It was a 46-year-old Eric who was finally released from the asylum, all his worldly possessions contained in a small yellow suitcase. Meeting him at the gate his sister Minerva, whisked him off. - Minerva had brought a change of clothes for Eric, along with a razor, as they had not allowed him to shave whilst being "helped" at the institution. He should be grateful bu ...[text shortened]... the room but himself. He shook his head and waited to see if he'd just thought he'd heard the voice.
@ghost-of-a-duke saidIt was a 46-year-old Eric who was finally released from the asylum, all his worldly possessions contained in a small yellow suitcase. Meeting him at the gate his sister Minerva, whisked him off. - Minerva had brought a change of clothes for Eric, along with a razor, as they had not allowed him to shave whilst being "helped" at the institution. He should be grateful but gratitude was not what he felt at that moment. Instead, Eric - his eyes darting back and forth, had enough sense to realize that it was better to wait until he was outside the institution, before he decided what to do next. What he did feel was a sense of relief and a love of his dear sister, because of all of his family, she alone had stood by him through thick and thin, which, the thin part, he now looked. He knew he had to stop using meth by now but he thought maybe it was too late. But it was all too late; too late to get clean and too late to come clean about the freezer in mother’s basement, the contents of which gave him a chill thrill as he paced through the familiar white corridors.
It was a 46-year-old Eric who was finally released from the asylum, all his worldly possessions contained in a small yellow suitcase. Meeting him at the gate his sister Minerva, whisked him off. - Minerva had brought a change of clothes for Eric, along with a razor, as they had not allowed him to shave whilst being "helped" at the institution. He should be grateful bu ...[text shortened]... see if he'd just thought he'd heard the voice. "Eric," it repeated softly, "look what you've done."
@great-big-stees saidIt was a 46-year-old Eric who was finally released from the asylum, all his worldly possessions contained in a small yellow suitcase. Meeting him at the gate his sister Minerva, whisked him off. - Minerva had brought a change of clothes for Eric, along with a razor, as they had not allowed him to shave whilst being "helped" at the institution. He should be grateful but gratitude was not what he felt at that moment. Instead, Eric - his eyes darting back and forth, had enough sense to realize that it was better to wait until he was outside the institution, before he decided what to do next. What he did feel was a sense of relief and a love of his dear sister, because of all of his family, she alone had stood by him through thick and thin, which, the thin part, he now looked. He knew he had to stop using meth by now but he thought maybe it was too late. But it was all too late; too late to get clean and too late to come clean about the freezer in mother’s basement, the contents of which gave him a chill thrill as he paced through the familiar white corridors.
It was a 46-year-old Eric who was finally released from the asylum, all his worldly possessions contained in a small yellow suitcase. Meeting him at the gate his sister Minerva, whisked him off. - Minerva had brought a change of clothes for Eric, along with a razor, as they had not allowed him to shave whilst being "helped" at the institution. He should be grateful bu ...[text shortened]... ontribution. Eric laughed, a laugh that caused even him to stop and question where it had come from.