I began to forsee my futures through desperation. Hid myself beneath cloaks of disinterests. Believed myself a damaged soul not fit for the company of others. I'd grown so angry. I'd mostly been angry with myself.
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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