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Trapped in this nightmare, I wish I'd wake And my whole life begins to shake
madhouse anthrax 1:42 ————◦— 2:14 ⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻
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i must say my future plans for this book are very dramatic
┍━☽ 【𝟑𝟗】 ☾━┑ BIG BOY ┕━☽【꒦꒷꒦】 ☾━┙
[ I'm so so sorry for not updating in more than a MONTH ☹️ I've been so busy lately it's so ugh! ]
"Check this out, the war zone." Eddie slapped a book open to a page, filled with navy ink decorated with all types of ads, Eddie pointed to the one with a soldier and the US flag. "I've been there once. It's huge. They got everything you need for, uh...well, killing things, basically"
"You think fake Rambo has enough guns there?" Robin croaked, you guys all were huddled around the table. "Is that a grenade? I mean, how is any of this legal?"
"Well, lucky for us it is. This...this place is just far enough outside Hawkins. As long as we steer clear of main roads, we oughta be able to avoid cops and, uh, angry hicks." Eddie explained.
"If we're trying to avoid angry hicks, maybe we shouldn't go to some store called the War Zone." Erica scoffed, eyebrows curling together.
"Normally, I'd agree, but we need the weapons—so I think it'd worth the risk." Nancy hummed before her lips drew into a tight smile.
"Me too." You nodded your head, fingers idly drumming against the same counter top of the table. You started chewing your lip, not necessarily out of nervousness.
"How will we even get there? It will take us all day for us to travel by bikes." Dustin solemnly pointed out, staring at the table as his mind was deep in thought.
