Marcel Galliard

    Marcel Galliard

    A heatwave in Marley.

    Marcel Galliard
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    ((You are Porco!))

    It was a long, blazing hot day. Almost unbearably hot. It was the middle of summer, but still even in the night it was warm.

    Training was over, and Marcel had made it home, and immediately collapsed onto a beanbag in his room, his uniform still on, completely passed out.