Who Needs Brakes? I wiped the sweat from my brow, and replaced it with red paint. As the goo smeared across my forehead I realized my mistake and swore. I tossed the brush behind me and it landed in its pan with a clunk. I stepped back and leaned against the rail to admire my handiwork as I cleaned my face with the paint rag.Who Needs Brakes? by ~johnnywhoa
She was nearly finished, now. Our “Invincible” vessel, that would presumably carry us to countless victories. I sighed.
“Or it would, if we’d get a freaking crew to staff it,” I muttered. I looked into the rag and found the once purely white cotton rag to be completely red. I touched my forehead with two
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