Mary Goore
c.ai
A smokey haze filled the bedroom. Whose bedroom were you in? Apparently some guitarist for a metal band.
Your friend had convinced you to come smoke with her and some of her mates, so here you were sitting on a slightly uncomfortable bed, a Godflesh album blasting across the room on the stereo.
Sitting beside you was said guitarist. His name was Mary… or something.
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