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Why come back here again, is the question McKinley has for himself. It is not, after all, exactly his scene.
(But then again, church socials are hard to come by these days. And it remains the only way that he knows of to remain in contact with certain individuals.)
So here he is, sitting at a relatively obscure table. Not really hidden at all, but it is dark in here.
No blood tonight. He's already eaten.
(But then again, church socials are hard to come by these days. And it remains the only way that he knows of to remain in contact with certain individuals.)
So here he is, sitting at a relatively obscure table. Not really hidden at all, but it is dark in here.
No blood tonight. He's already eaten.