the-fat-hawaiian

Nothing quite matches the warmth from the hearth, of a fireplace calmly resisting the cold. Seasonal fashion had dictated scarves, which two tenants wore in their humble abode. The scent of pine from a tree was inviting, decked with trinkets 'til no more could fit. All walls of the room were made bright with lighting, with red and green colors keeping everything lit. Festive atmosphere was all through the premises, but one of the tenants was unusually taciturn. The music he preferred would have come from the Genesis, but instead he heard Diamond Dust Zone from the Saturn. His roommate's musical playlist aside, Bullet Bill had no other compl

    Life is a like a hurricane in this bitch of a city.    Though reasonable hours of the night have begun to give way to the less reasonable ones, I'm in the kind of business which necessitates a few late shifts. This happens to be one such night.    In the meanwhile, a TV in the corner of the office hums quietly, as the volume has been turned so low that it would be indiscernible in any environment other than the absolute silence of the night. Right now, it's just loud enough to gain my attention. "Here in Duckburg..." a news anchor announces, clearly shifting into his nightly news spiel, "Dozens of race cars have been put on display at

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