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            John slowly swam back to consciousness; his entire body throbbed like a bruise.

He was lying on his stomach and he felt the sheet was pooled just above his waist leaving his back bare to the room.

To his consternation, someone was idly running nails up his back tracing the grove of his spine, gently playing ( Read more... )

Creep

James, not Jimmy, not Jim...his name was James.

Of course that wasn't what the Brighton gang called him was it?

Creep.

The little boy in the corner with the dark eyes and hair, the high pitched voice and the awkward manners, he just stared from the sidelines hoping they would pass him by, but they never did.

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