Monday, April 28, 2003

As soon as I entered the room, the conversation was cut off and everyone stood still. All the whispers and mutters vanished into the thin air. A new topic was brought up to fill the emptiness. Everyone was giving the impression that they were fascinated by the topic. They gave comments, empty statements. The air was filled with pretenders. The truth of a matter will always haunt you, no matter how secret the hiding place. Were you the architect, Angel?

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