06-16-2015, 12:34 PM
Somewhere, Karl smelled confrontation.
He followed his gut instincts to a collection of individuals bickering around a young adult with a perpetually forlorn expression on his face. He set his hands on Alex's shoulders and patted his clavicles. "I think you know what must be done."
He followed his gut instincts to a collection of individuals bickering around a young adult with a perpetually forlorn expression on his face. He set his hands on Alex's shoulders and patted his clavicles. "I think you know what must be done."
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