that cranky old gym building again

i am back at that cranky old, multipurpose school/gym building in the scrappy neighborhood again.
this time it's manifested itself as a haunted old building held up by religious zealots.  good luck leaving.

i taught the baby what twins are by showing them a pair of old friends.  we came in as family, they left without me.

wood walled rooms

we are close, you are with me.

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she isn't well.  knives and everything, anything. and i couldn't help and get help at the same time. and you couldn't help but want to leave, and it will only kill me to see you go.