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apathy is harder than it looks
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12.12.02
The screams of the teenage rockers anguished by their star-crossed loves still echoed through his ears so he never heard the car coming. The stars glimmering behind him dialated, growing into moons, growing into suns, and suddenly devoring him alive. Smeared thorough the filthy slush of the road, his neck snapped instantly. His bike escaped out the other end of the car as a mangled heap, chewed beyond all recognition. His body didn't. It was caught between the axles of the car and dragged until there was nothing left of it but a dirty, bloody slush.
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