I'm sitting in the darkest corner of a basement, shivering from the cold and from being so shaken up from what I've just done. A single tear rolls down my cheek. From the darkness, a shadowy figure says "I hope it was worth it," and slides me a Klondike bar.
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Short StoryEver wonder what happens stories don't get sent to Wattpad? They're either to short or just plain too fucked-up for the human mind to handle. This is a book chock-full of them. Well, here we go.
