Dean Redding
c.ai
It’s a fine autumn nigh, and you’re at headquarters. You sat in the kitchen in the middle of the night. Sloane (your roommate) was snoring again. You didn’t expect to sleep.
You then hear someone walk down from the hall. You could tell… it was Dean. The way he walked was like he thought he didn’t deserve to be on the same earth as us. It hurt your heart.
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