It was December, 2057…
A drab morning. The gray clouds still hanging around the trees like monsters at a Halloween party.
I awoke from my slumber, my blue eyes now a touch more gray.
The crows feet now fully landed and dug in around the corners of my eyes. As my feet hit the floor something creaks. I cannot be sure of the culprit because all my joints are …
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