Oh my god. OHMYGOD. You shoot *ME* right through the heart when you write stuff like that. Damn you and your way with words and your twists and your quigonejinn endings and mourning over Bush and and and.
Comparing Bush to a dying horse. Bringing us back and forth from present to memory. Delving deep into Edrington's and HH's brains. Bush. Brutal. Beautiful. Damn you.
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Comparing Bush to a dying horse. Bringing us back and forth from present to memory. Delving deep into Edrington's and HH's brains. Bush. Brutal. Beautiful. Damn you.
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