The Devil Wears Prada - Isn't It Strange?

NAVIGATE THE MAP. DISTINGUISH A POORLY-WRITTEN SCRIPT. AM I THE CITY CENTER OR AM I AN ISLAND? ISN'T IT STRANGE? AM I ALL ALONE? THE DOCTOR IS RUNNING A FEW MINUTES LATE. NO DRIP TO COMPENSATE. PAPER BLANKET PULLED OUT STRAIGHT. NO ROOM FOR DEBATE. NOTHING ECHOES WITHIN THE CORNERS. A DOOR FRAME CONTRASTS THE SPACE. ALWAYS DISTRACTED - THESE GHOSTS TOOK MY NAME. THEY STOLE MY FAITH - ALL IN VAIN. INVISIBLE WAVES THROUGH ME. INTRUSION - ENTIRELY. SLOW DOWN LIKE JANUARY. TAKE A FORM - PATHETICALLY. ISN'T IT STRANGE? THE DOCTOR IS RUNNING A FEW MINUTES LATE. NO DRIP TO COMPENSATE. PAPER BLANKET PULLED OUT STRAIGHT. NO ROOM FOR DEBATE.

Written by:
Jonathan Gering, Kyle Sipress, Michael Hranica

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