For the first time in years I'm starting to feel a little hope again. Not because of anything going on in the world, just my life. It's kinda uncomfortable, actually. The 99% of me that's still jaded beyond belief keeps reminding me if I believe in the crumb of hope too much it'll just be so much worse when it's crushed before my very eyes.
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Merovingian Club

A club for red-pilled exiles.