Run to You

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

The anxiety that hit when I got Ziggy’s page with his landing time was like a railroad spike to the throat.

In a weird way that was better than the railroad spike to the head I’d been experiencing, though. And it was weirdly better than the stake-through-the-heart feeling that Ziggy-angst used to give me.

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