02-16-2015, 01:46 PM
Simon never looked back at the fire that he had started. He walked away as the power slide from his grasp. He tried to reach for it, but it was elusive. It was not the first time nor the last time it had faded from him, but it still beckoned him to use it.
$50, what could he do with $50? But was that really the question to ask. What could he do to get more cash? He smiled to himself, Simon knew exactly what he could do.
Simon walked the streets in virtual randomness. He was looking and not looking he was really waiting for the power to join him again. He didn't know how long it would take.
Night started to fall, the chill of the Russian winter was starting to set into his bones. He found a cheap hotel and settled in for the night. He would finish his thoughts in the morning. In the morning, he would make his move.
$50, what could he do with $50? But was that really the question to ask. What could he do to get more cash? He smiled to himself, Simon knew exactly what he could do.
Simon walked the streets in virtual randomness. He was looking and not looking he was really waiting for the power to join him again. He didn't know how long it would take.
Night started to fall, the chill of the Russian winter was starting to set into his bones. He found a cheap hotel and settled in for the night. He would finish his thoughts in the morning. In the morning, he would make his move.
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