Prologue

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Socks breathed in and stared out his apartment window. Rain was falling from the sky and hitting his window. It was soothing in a way. The small pitter patter of the rain. His phone vibrated and he reached for it.






HAH APRIL FOOLS!

UR WELCOME

DONT WORRY ILL DO THIS PROLOGUE LATER

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