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Jessmari · 41-45
The lights burn out, the record gets stuck on a scratch playing "One Scotch, One Bourbon.....One Scotch, One Bourbon....." until finally all there is left is the gnashing teeth of the Langoliers. I'll walk away through the last door saying to myself "That's what I figured".