First Meeting
He was always tinkering with things, working with his hands. That, in fact, was how we met, even thought I didn’t know him at the time. He was working in some…
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He was always tinkering with things, working with his hands. That, in fact, was how we met, even thought I didn’t know him at the time. He was working in some…
One. Two. Three. Four. Four times. Enough. He dropped the rock and it hit the ground with a thud. The noise echoed down the tunnel, amplifying slowly as it…