The Friend
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Ongoing, First published May 11, 2019
Mature
He was a new face around my boring town. I've never seen anyone like him, he had this vintage look as if he wasn't even in the right time frame. Everything about him drew me in, as if he was the devil himself. I wish I would've found out what he actually was sooner, but it's too late.
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