Gray stared at the bin in front of him. Three hours. He'd been sitting, waiting in Dublin's dull excuse for an airport for three hours. He had forgotten why they were there, he was so depressed. At this stage, he had become somewhat like a zombie.
"Gray!"
Gray jumped out of his peaceful depression, and looked around to see who called him. He saw Dave standing behind him, wearing a sombraro.
"Dave, why..."
He stopped in his tracks. He thought it best not to ask.
"C'mon, we have to find Paul" said…
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Posted on January 12, 2009 at 11:00pm —
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