01-12-2018, 07:28 PM
It’s a lonely life. By now Mortimer, son of a dead fool and a fire dancer, grandson of a drug addict, had convinced himself he was used to walking alone through a demented world. once upon a different life we rode our bikes into the sky |
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<center><table width="600" height="100" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="background: url('https://i.imgur.com/UszygOS.png') center top no-repeat; padding: 180px 0px 0px 0px; border:solid 0px #000000"><div align="justify" ;="" style="color:#4c3d3a; padding: 95px 80px 20px 80px; font-family:Georgia; font-size:8pt; letter-spacing:0px; line-spacing:14px; line-height:14px; text-shadow: none;">It’s a lonely life. By now Mortimer, son of a dead fool and a fire dancer, grandson of a drug addict, had convinced himself he was used to walking alone through a demented world.
</div><center><div style="margin-top: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 20px; text-align: jusitfy; color: #5e2924; line-height: 17px; letter-spacing: 2px;">once upon a different life
<sub><sub><sub>we rode our bikes into the sky</sub></sub></sub></div></center><br>
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