"There was little more to do in this place but skulk around unless you liked books or staring at grey walls with broody eyebrows. The few times a year that they were let out of the facility usually involved none of that, replacing it, instead, with women, bar fights and booze. Whenever Puck went out, there was considerably less booze, more needles, and more pain."

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Playlist for my moody, lovesick, forty year old baby, Puck.

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