Somewhere by the house were a pair of hollow-eyed teenagers under one of those stupid blankets the EMT had fished out like that would spare them some pain. Upon catching a glimpse of them, Derek was moving again. "I hate this place," he hissed, shoulders hunching in like that would protect him from the memory.
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Re: An Aged Door
Date: 2013-04-11 08:16 pm (UTC)