Friday, May 21, 2010
SHUTTER ISLAND FAN FIC
"I don't know how to get a gun out of my holster because I am a terrible liar."
Later that evening he went missing. On the floor only his jacket remained. It lie there still. Letting out only a quiet burp.
It would eat again. But not tomorrow. Tomorrow is Friday and Friday is Taco night on Shutter Island.