Demolition Lovers (Gerard Way) (COMPLETED)
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A second pair of footsteps made themselves known as they fell in inconsistent rhythm with mine. My hair whirled around my face when I spun around looking for the owner of the sound. My eyes landed on the silhouette of a man walking a few meters behind me, a cloud of smoke escaping his lips as he pulled the cigarette away from his face.
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