I was, a near grown man, sat in his dank, dark and rickety digs, feverishly hovering about the glare of a computer scree — Tom Conrad

I was, a near grown man, sat in his dank, dark and rickety digs, feverishly hovering about the glare of a computer scree — Tom Conrad

I was, a near grown man, sat in his dank, dark and rickety digs, feverishly hovering about the glare of a computer scree — Tom Conrad

I was, a near grown man, sat in his dank, dark and rickety digs, feverishly hovering about the glare of a computer scree — Tom Conrad

I was, a near grown man, sat in his dank, dark and rickety digs, feverishly hovering about the glare of a computer scree — Tom Conrad

I was, a near grown man, sat in his dank, dark and rickety digs, feverishly hovering about the glare of a computer screen like a disorientated moth, one searching for a flaming light of recognition from someone/anyone!

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