Literary Deviance
The twisted machinations of one man's imagination
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Monday, August 27th, 2277
Oh, God, they’re after me. Can’t build a fire. Have to be careful they don’t see the light from my Pip-Boy. If my body is found, know that I was killed by the Talon Company. I don’t know what I did to– oh, shit!
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