[EU] You walk into the rehab facility. The smell of disinfectant looms. A sailor sits in the corner rocking back and forth. With sunken eyes and a terrible, croaky voice, he looks up at you. “Any spinach?”. You hold back tears, “No Popeye, I don’t…”
Upvotes: 105
Favorite this post:
Mark as read:
Your rating:
Add this post to a custom list