I wasn't quite sure from the eyes, if the alcohol and drugs had done that to them, or if they were a type of breed that inevitably fell into that whole game. It was to really risk your hand. I couldn't see a pretty ending, anywhere in sight.
Hollow eyes, dark, like some vicious dog waiting. Waiting on a pounce. On anything. We are animals. We can control ourselves. It is said.
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