Black Hat and Alan
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Black Hat was making his way through his manor, carrying a cup of deadly black coffee. He hadn’t seen his father, Alan, all day, not that he was complaining
“Hm. I’m glad to be rid that clingy idiot” He muttered
Black Hat was making his way through his manor, carrying a cup of deadly black coffee. He hadn’t seen his father, Alan, all day, not that he was complaining
“Hm. I’m glad to be rid that clingy idiot” He muttered