“They are growing weaker by the day,” Alex thought. He did not know if this was merely solace on his behalf, a figment of his ever-growing imagination, or soon to be fact.
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Wounded Rhymes – Hometown Glory (Part 1)
Is there anybody going to listen to my story, all about the boy who came to stay…
Alex lay sprawled across the length of his bed at midnight; the only light penetrating the room was coming from the full moon that shone outside.
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