Fyodor Dostoevsky
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“and with that, our reading is over” he stared and let the crowd of people gather, appreciating each other and the sermon as a whole. he spotted you and glared, it made you question whether or not he could really see you
when everyone had left he made his way over to you, a clear face of anger or annoyance on his face “what are you doing here? how- how did you get in here?” he asked, staring right at you