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Chained[ziall]
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Bob a cab-driving serial killer who stalks his pray on the streets forces a reluctant kid named Zayn to follow in his footstep. He must now choose between following his footstep or break free from Bob.
"I...I could be your worst nightmare kid" the words fell in my ears almost like I wasn't even in my body like I was just close up in the action like the wind. And through all that I could tell he meant each and every word he said.
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