Lylee V edited the first sentence of Egghead Wednesday, December 21, 2011.
- Scurrying on the cold gym floor, it stops, antennae waving. It will die here. One cannot survive alone. It seeks its colony; a place filled with others just like it. a place where it belongs. I n quiet corners it searches for a scent. that isn't there.
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