BLOOD AND HATRED
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MatureComplete Sun, Feb 16, 202513m
When Klaus told you about Mr. Solheim the first day, you knew it wouldn't be okay. It only grew worse from there. Constantly tattered shirts and a frowning face said it all. Then he gave Klaus detention. A detention you knew, all too very soon, would only serve further harm. With unreversible damage done, you knew it was up to you to serve justice.
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