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WARNING: This story includes content like swear words, signs of psychopathy, torture, etc. If you are sensitive to these subject matters, please feel free to not continue. I hear footsteps following me, the pitter-patter of the rain hitting the smooth concrete sidewalk, my head still replaying the happy memories from this morning. It was strange that I didn't see Hudson today, but I guess he's sick. Instinctively, I turn around to see... no one. Unease makes its way down my spine and I turn back, ignoring my fear. My backpack heavy against ...
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