My mother used to say not sleeping was the sign of a guilty mind. It could have been. There was a lot in my mind to feel guilty about. When you__e drunk and trying to sleep, your thoughts are visited by the ghosts of those deeds whose heat still glows hottest in your personal darkness. Our actions burn much longer than the moments in which they occur. And drunks like me, we hide from the glow of the embers by fueling other fires and hiding within the flames.
If you don__ answer this door, I will do something drastic.__ frowned.__ can use the fire element, which means I can melt the insides of this lock,_ he explained. __nd I__ not that great at controlling fire. I__l probably end up catching the door on fire.___hoa,_ I muttered, swinging my legs off the bed.__nd then the fire will spread to the walls and the next thing you know, the whole dorm is burning down. Roof on fire kind of shit and Marcus will get really pissed_
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If you don__ answer this door, I will do something drastic.__ frowned.__ can use the fire element, which means I can melt the insides of this lock,_ he explained. __nd I__ not that great at controlling fire. I__l probably end up catching the door on fire.___hoa,_ I muttered, swinging my legs off the bed.__nd then the fire will spread to the walls and the next thing you know, the whole dorm is burning down. Roof on fire kind of shit and Marcus will get really pissed_
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