Tuesday1.2: Damaged People
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theblackcrossKen just vomited on his floor.
His door had just flown open. He was in fighting stance. A slew of words tumbled at him, incoherent, as the soccer player stumbled in and fell, only to vomit on his floor.
And Ran didn't move, the book he'd been reading splayed by his feet, the errant pages fluttering down beside it.
His door had just flown open. He was in fighting stance. A slew of words tumbled at him, incoherent, as the soccer player stumbled in and fell, only to vomit on his floor.
And Ran didn't move, the book he'd been reading splayed by his feet, the errant pages fluttering down beside it.
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