YOU ENTER A ROOM
You enter a room. The room takes notice and is displeased. Angry. The room demands explanation. Why are you entering me? On whose authority? Certainly not mine, the room says, I have no authority – a fact which you are all too willing to exploit, the room says. I know your kind, the room says….
Dolan Morgan, everyone.
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