The Twisted Roads To My Madness
“Where is he then Lyle? WHERE IS HE TO SAVE THE DAY?” Stanley hisses.
Lyle swallows a harsh mouthful of air, and gives Cynthia a wink. “Dad’s been dead for almost seventeen years Stan, he’s not going to save the day today. It’s our time to be all we can.”
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