Speaking of foreheads, Patrick was chasing after his forehead after it dislodged from his head again. He chased it down the roads for hours until he ended up in a dark alley. He walked forward slowly and saw someone wrapped in newspapers on the floor. He looked like a hitchhiker, an old man. "I must get back... so cold..." Patrick was scared. "You have to stop, look what its doing to you!" The hitchhiker spat. "Kevin is more important to me than you know! I must reach him." He looked down the road ahead at the bridge. "Hmm, there's a blizzard coming..."
To be continued... tick... tock...
THE END... OF KEVIN'S LIFE.
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