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September 8, 2012 / Fantelius

Swandy Swishes and Sways

Hurry, hurry, hurry. Swandy is not going anyhere, but he’s going to get there quicky.

He tears through life. Blindly. Quickly. Even as life is ripping him apart, he imagines that he’s not going to change. He’s convinced himself that he’s a pillar of the community. He’s only part of the false fasade.

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