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Oct 2018
There it is.
A bubble
red.
target sighted
Phasers locked, loaded, and ready to scritch

And scratch. And it's GOOD!
Penalty shot.
GOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Because I always come back to it.
Because it's a bug bite ya fools.

There it is.
Buried in the metaphorical rubble.
Alive, yet dead.
I'm still wrong, not yet righted.
Entering the level of crazy...*****.
Though truthfully, I've been here a while. And it's BAD.
I already lost.
It's been quiet for some time.
Because I always come back to it.
Because it's actually not a bug bite ya fools.
Icarus M
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Icarus M  25/Earth
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