lonely boy.
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Ongoing, First published Aug 12, 2014
"Lets make a deal. Since you want to die anyway, you can sell your soul for anything you want. A car, to be popular, anything you want."
"A friend. "
"Anyone specific?"
"I don't know.... the devil?" Jackson says hesitantly
"Odd. I like it. 17 years then you're done, thats when the hounds come."