A Place Called Home

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     Tord didn't even try to walk, he just allowed himself to be dragged across the ground. Matt didn't care, though.
     They eventually made it to the apartments, and walked into the elevator. They got up, then went to Edd's apartment.
     Matt threw Tord onto the sofa, not enough to hurt, though. Well, not enough to hurt that badly. Tord sat up after that, groaning slightly at the pain of moving. Edd closed and locked the door so that tord couldn't get out too easily, as they had questions. Serious questions. Edd sat next to Tord, Matt and Tom sat on a few still packed boxes that Edd was too lazy to unpack. Everyone was looking at the quiet Norwegian, it was silent. Edd broke the silence, “Why were you in an allyway? That's not something too normal..” Tord has to think of a simple excuse. “Its quieter and I can think easier.” he mumbled. He wished he could go back in time, and continue to call being with his friends home.
     A place called home.
     That would be nice... But there wasn't going back. he knew it. The more Tord thought about it, the more he hated himself. It was silent again, questions are about to flood the room.

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