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The Shadows Among Us
I find it very strange that I am in the place that I am. This does not happen to someone who has a routine, who eats breakfast the same time and goes to bed at 9:00 pm. I am starting to question what the universe has in store for me. Is this divine intervention, fate, or destiny? I will say that based on my lack of smoking weed or weed tolerance as the kids call it, my situational awareness was probably lacking. I should not have smoked that joint with Alex in the breakroom. Yikes. Itβs dark where I am and my hands are bound, it reminds me all too much of a Lifetime movie, and so I know I will be facing death soon. I feel one small tear trickle down my cheek. It also smells in here, was this done before, or is that me?
By ππͺπ»π πππ·π·about a year ago in Fiction
