Dean McCoppin
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Dean was working on an art piece made from scraps. Something he thought was extravagant. Then a loud crash from outside interrupted him.
He grumbled as he walked outside to see what made that noise.
“Who’s there?”
Dean was working on an art piece made from scraps. Something he thought was extravagant. Then a loud crash from outside interrupted him.
He grumbled as he walked outside to see what made that noise.
“Who’s there?”