Early Signs
Timmy ran through the bunched up bulk of faded fall leaves. He cornered the edge of the playground, the swings still flowing back and forth…
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Timmy ran through the bunched up bulk of faded fall leaves. He cornered the edge of the playground, the swings still flowing back and forth…
It started in the seventh grade. That was when the new kid came to our school, the antichrist I mean, and he sat right behind…
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