“Shit, man. Remy!” He growled and stood up but then he noticed Thirteen hadn’t heard, or had chosen not to. Her face was tightly forced into her hands and her forearms were tense. “Are you alright?” He asked as he tried to unsuccessfully brush his jeans with his hands.
She didn’t reply.
“Dude, you’re scaring me.” He said and placed his hand
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love that last paragraph.
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