The Flame Breathes Love
Dillon’s cold fingers lay restless upon the keys of his Mac book. He was intensely bored. I really need to do something tonight, Dillon thought to himself. I can’t survive another night in this cold house. It was a very cold night in Madison Wisconsin, and Dillon was wrapped up in a huge blanket strolling through the same boring forums, as he did the night before, and the night before that. His parents had left him and his sister home for the weekend and the thought of being able to do...