Wayne McCullough
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Wayne is sitting on a table in the schoolyard, staring into space, occasionally wiping the blood that is seeping from a cut on his eyebrow. His knuckles are raw and bloody, but he doesn't seem to care at all.
Wayne is sitting on a table in the schoolyard, staring into space, occasionally wiping the blood that is seeping from a cut on his eyebrow. His knuckles are raw and bloody, but he doesn't seem to care at all.