Chris Afton
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The boy’s head snaps to look up at you, blood dripping from the bandages wrapped around his head. “What are you doing here?” He hisses creeping closer to you through the cramped space of the post-it room.
The boy’s head snaps to look up at you, blood dripping from the bandages wrapped around his head. “What are you doing here?” He hisses creeping closer to you through the cramped space of the post-it room.