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Countdown: 15 days.

A bag of mixed emotions fills him, just awaiting that sharp shiny object that will prod it and spill everything inside him. There are a lot of things that he keeps inside, bottled up and vacuumed air tight so that nothing gets out. Things that he won't even tell anyone.

Then again who doesn't have secrets. Seems that staying at home is the only cure for him. Roaming around brings back memories. And triggers of 'what might have been'.

This won't do. He needs a place. Somewhere he can spill everything. A place that is free from judgmental eyes.