Disgusting
He ran a finger down his ribs, counting them.
One, two, three, four five.
344 words.
I suppose you could call it mild Kyleb.
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I own nothing apart from the plot and the voice in Kyle's head.
One, two, three, four five.
344 words.
I suppose you could call it mild Kyleb.
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I own nothing apart from the plot and the voice in Kyle's head.