The Twisted Roads To My Madness
“Thirty-thr….” He stops for a second time as he feels his daughter brush pasts him once again, he reaches out quickly trying to grab her, but is no where to be found. “If you’re not going to hide Matilda, we won’t play!” he says with a sneer upon his lips…
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