And so. It all comes down to this. Three figures hurry down the white stone steps, splattered with muffins, granules of sky, and fizzled out fireworks. One of them is me, and for the first time in this story I think I probably know exactly who I am. I am Alfonso Kolinksy. Or at least … Continue reading The End (Again)… Fuck Yeah Flower Company!
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