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It felt like no time at all before he reached the hallway. He was paying half an ear to the radio the whole time, and if he was weary of it before, he was just plain suspicious now. No one said the guy had to be a saint, but he played with them like pieces in some royally fucked up chess game.
Remember this, my caged songbirds, he belongs to me.
Yeah, they were both psychotic and gay for each other. That just made him feel so much better. Cliff folded his arms and leaned against the wall.
It was just a matter of waiting for Nel now. He hoped his hunch was wrong.