There are years of my life, spent for the remainder of my existence as demonstrations to my ignorance. The tender cuts to whatever ego I could develop, what desires I wished for and pursued as if I never understood the consequence to want at all.
Telly's antique shop has been closed for a while. A long while. It won't be around that much longer though. It's quietly open for a little longer but just for one man with a steep discount on his mind. There's something in the basement he was not expecting to find though. It's an older model and it's been offline, but the machine has some history that can't be ignored.
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