Maybe it was harder to imagine than I had thought. Gold dusted noses, sniffed their way into my life . "Please forgive me!" They had said. It was fine, but a concious thought tormented me still. Beloved memories, cascading through me.
A descison yet to be made. Left to right I ponder the possibilities of what will become, and realise I cannot see behind closed doors

The End

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