"Looks like you have someone in mind," the instructor said.
Tommy replied, "There was this man I saw in my dreams."
A person to Tommy's right. Frizzy hair. Had the look of a mad genius without the genius, snickered. Not that it meant anything to Tommy. This one was a total burnout. Complete waste of space that contributed nothing to society.
The instructor ignored him as well. "Is this man someone close to you?"
"I don't think so. He kind of reminds me of Doctor Phil, even though I've never met him before."
"But you've seen him in your dreams."
The instructor was a fine gentlemen with

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The Midnight City Social Hour
Algemene fictieThe first prank is an adult dating site to siphon money from the recruit. The third prank gives the website access to their customers' webcams. Because everyone in the gang gets hazed. Tommy watches all his past pain epitomized as he spends his days...