Wellsie frowned. "I'd like you to stay away from him, okay? He's...not right in a lot of ways. Do you know what I mean?" Actually, John wasn't so sure about that. Yeah, the guy was enough to make you think fondly of the boogeyman sometimes, but clearly he wasn't all bad.
J.R. WardWhat... are you?" she choked out. "No sunlight. Funky choppers." he inhaled raggedly. "Take a guess.
J.R. WardA hand landed on his shoulder like an anvil. โHowโd you like to stay for dinner?โ Butch looked up. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had some kind of markingโwas that a tattoo, on his face? โHowโd you like to be dinner?โ said another one, who looked like some kind of model.
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