Hallo Spaceboy

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

January 13, 2016

“I got here as soon as I could.” Pulling the scarf from my neck, shedding my coat as I hurried down the hall, heart pounding, panic welling suddenly through the pain I was already in, as the ghosts of old fears suddenly haunted me again.

“He’s been in there for three days. Hasn’t eaten. Isn’t answering his phone.”

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